Semua Bab Twisted vows : Bab 61 - Bab 65

Alessia’s POV I didn’t sleep. Didn’t cry. Didn’t even blink. Luca was gone. Taken. Swapped like some kind of currency in a war we never signed up for. And the real monsters? They wore suits and smiled from their pulpits. “I’m going after him,” I announced as the morning light started creeping through our shattered window. Nikolai didn’t put up a fight. He just asked, “Where?” I handed him the card Sofia had sketched out. It had a symbol, an address, and a seal of red wax. This led to a private estate owned by Cardinal Severi—way out in the countryside, hidden deep in some forest where justice didn’t seem to reach. “We can’t just charge in with guns blazing,” Rafael warned. “That’ll spark an international incident.” “He’s already declared war,” I snapped back. “I’m just responding.” I went alone. Not because I was strong, but because I couldn’t bear the thought of anyone else dying for me. The estate looked just like I imagined: tall iron gates, marble statues, and a

Alessia’s POV We set out at dawn. No more hiding. No more waiting for them to make the first move. We had the tapes. We had Sofia. And now, we had something they never saw coming: A map. Rafael pulled it from the church files and the encrypted archives we snagged from Severi’s servers. Beneath layers of fake charities and "restoration grants," there lay a tangled web of payments spread across Europe—Hungary, Spain, Malta. But every connection led back to one name: Archbishop Tomas Renaldi. “Who is he?” Luca asked. Rafael’s tone turned grim. “The banker of God.” Renaldi wasn’t just a clergyman. He was the Vatican’s Chief Financial Liaison. And according to the records? Every transfer to Project Salvage had his signature on it. He was the last gatekeeper. The man pulling the strings. We needed to act fast. Renaldi was set to speak at a conference in Geneva soon. A humanitarian summit. The irony was almost too thick to bear. “He’ll have protection,” Nikolai warne