All Chapters of Bound by Vows and Vendetta: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Chapter 121 — The Kingslayer Pact~LORENZO~NAPLES — HIDDEN CHAPEL // 1:11 A.M.The place had once been a church.Now it was just bones and echo.Stained glass shattered into colored dust. A confessional booth burned to cinder. Charred marble veins cracked the altar.Lorenzo stood in the pulpit.One hand on a rusted chalice. The other inside his coat, where the final failsafe pulsed faintly beneath his ribs.Before him sat the only three people in the world who knew how this his life was now going to end:Matteo De Rossi. His Cousin. His right hand man Maria Dolores, a Moretti matriarch, now high priestess of intelligence.They weren’t friends.They were the final council.The ones who would bury him without a grave.“You didn’t call us to plan your death,” Matteo said. “You called us to bless it.”Lorenzo didn’t deny it.He lifted the chalice.Poured something inside it. Not wine.Blood. His own. Fresh from a self-inflicted vein tap.“This is the code,” he said. “Bound to my DNA. Sy

Chapter 123 — Fighting with the Flame~ARIA~PALERMO — BLACK SUN OUTSKIRTS03:47 A.M.The night air clung to Matteo’s skin like cold metal. The city’s crumbling ruins sprawled in front of him, their jagged silhouettes outlined by the dim glow of street lamps. The Black Sun’s last stronghold was hidden in the heart of this forsaken place—surrounded by decaying buildings and the remnants of a war long thought over. The asset was buried beneath layers of lies and broken men, but Matteo knew what lay beneath: one last thread of the Umbra empire, the final piece to burn.“You’re sure this is the place?” Emilio’s voice was low, gravelly, the sort of sound that came from a man who had seen too much bloodshed.Matteo didn’t answer at first. His eyes were fixed on the entrance—a narrow alley between two crumbling tenements. He could almost feel the weight of Emilio’s gaze burning into the back of his neck.“It’s the place,” Matteo finally said, his voice like ice. “The last of them. After toni

Chapter 125 – Lucifer’s Son~ARIA~ROME — BLACK HOUSE — MAINFRAME VAULT // 2:11 A.M.The vault door pulsed. Not open. Not locked.Listening.Deep beneath the earth, where the old Umbra codes had been scrubbed and the Black Sun servers turned to molten slag, the final nerve of the Black House sat sealed in concrete and myth.And Emilio stood in front of it. Alone.He held nothing but a thumb drive. One inch of steel. One breath of hell.Behind that vault door: a new virus. Launched remotely. Rooted in the ruins of BLACK SUN’s final satellite. A digital serpent.Elias’ last weapon.Project: LUCIFER.“It only activates on blood recognition,” Vika had warned. “It knows him. It knows how he thinks. It’s not code—it’s him."Aria wanted to destroy it. Emilio wanted to see it.“I won’t hide from my ghosts,” he had said.And now here he was. Facing one last ghost.~~~~~~~~~~MAINFRAME INTERIOR — 2:17 A.M.The room was sterile. Ancient. New. Burning.The screens lit up red. One name filled ever

Chapter 127 — Goodnight, King~ARIA~NAPLES — ABANDONED SAFEHOUSE // 3:01 A.M.The room was silent.Lorenzo De Rossi lay in the center of a couch. One arm draped over his chest. The other curled around a black pistol, its safety still on. A letter, folded three times, rested in his hand.His body was still. Too still.The clock on the wall read: 03:01. Time of death.No guards. No monitor. Just the silence of a man who had chosen to die alone—not from fear, not from pride. But from the belief that if he stayed too long, he might be tempted to live again.A single candle burned beside him.The flame flickered.Then went out.~~~~~~~~~~FLASHBACKAria didn’t know he had left. She woke to silence. Then a message on the bedstand:"Don’t follow. Don’t grieve. Just finish what I couldn’t."She did neither.She got in the car.She traced his old safehouse pattern.She found him too late.~~~~~~~~~~NAPLES — SAFEHOUSE INTERIOR // 3:34 A.M.She stood over him. Dressed in black. No tears. Just

Chapter 129 — Queen of the World~ARIA~ROME — BLACK HOUSE BROADCAST CHAMBER // 03:00 A.M.The room was sealed.No light but from the data-sphere suspended above Aria’s head.A single orb, woven from glass and signal, flickered with the collective pulse of the post-syndicate world: data streams from 81 former cartels, 43 global networks, 6 defunct ruling Families.They were watching.They always watched.But tonight, she wasn’t asking for attention.She was taking control of memory itself.~~~~~~~~~~THE CHAMBER — ARIA’S ADDRESS BEGINSHer reflection stared back at her from the polished obsidian floor.Black suit. Bare arms. Hair tied in a single braid over her shoulder.No crown.She stepped into the center ring, and the orb ignited."This is the final transmission from the Blood Throne."Gasps echoed through the stream.She raised a hand."I don’t want silence. I want memory."She looked directly at the core lens."To the families still clinging to lineage. To the cities still ruled