Semua Bab Bound by Vows and Vendetta: Bab 11 - Bab 20

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Chapter 12 — A Kingdom of Ash and Bone~ARIA~I didn’t sleep after he left.How could I?Not when I felt his presence still soaked into the room like a poison. His voice, his touch, his threat. "I won’t chase you. I’ll erase you."It had been hours, and I still couldn’t get those words out of my head.He said them like a vow.Like a man who had the power to do exactly what he promised and wouldn’t blink while doing it.And the worst part?There was a moment, just a moment, when I wasn’t sure whether I feared him or wanted to kill him. I needed to act fast. A flicker of insanity, of longing to end the man who made me his captive.But I wasn’t going to get comfortable in this dark place laced with secrets.Not when I had seen too much already.Not when I had finally begun to uncover the truth.~~~~~~~~~~Earlier, before he stormed in like a god of vengeance, I had found the file.Tucked beneath the false bottom of the drawer in the study he stupidly let me wander into.Names. Ledgers. P

Chapter 14 — The Devil You Know~ARIA~I didn’t sleep.Again.But this time, it wasn’t because of Lorenzo.It was because of me.Because of what I’d said. What I’d chosen.Because for the first time in my life, I had walked away from the devil without looking back… and now, I was walking straight into the dark without knowing what waited on the other side.I stayed the night in a safe house along the cliffs, tucked away by the Benedetti men. No windows. No warmth. Just stone, shadows, and the weight of names long buried.Vittorio wasn’t there.No one would say where he’d gone.“You’ll get your answers when you’re ready for them,” the man guarding my door said.“I am ready.”He only gave me a look that said, Not yet.And so I waited.And watched.And listened.Because I was tired of being blind.~~~~~~~~~~The next day.The storm came fast and without mercy.Thunder cracked like a warning, rain pounding against the stone like war drums.Still, I slipped out.I didn’t wait for permissio

Chapter 16 — Ghosts of the Living~ARIA~There are some names you never expect to hear again.Not because they’re lost to timeBut because you buried them.Because they were the kind of monsters stories were afraid to tell the truth about.Giovanni Valente was that kind of name.The kind that made you stop breathing.The kind that made your blood remember fear.Even when your body had forgotten it.“Say it again,” I whispered, my voice hoarse from dust and pain.Lorenzo’s arm tightened around me as we navigated the sewage-stained tunnel, half-carrying me toward the light that didn’t come fast enough.“He said Giovanni’s back,” Lorenzo murmured, low and grim.“But that’s not possible. Giovanni died.”Lorenzo didn’t answer.Because he knew what I knew.In this world, death is only permanent for the weak.And Giovanni had never been weak.~~~~~~~~~~When we burst through the side tunnel into the open night, rain hit my skin like absolution. Or maybe a warning. Matteo was already waiting

Chapter 18 — The Sixth Stone~ARIA~There is a difference between vengeance and survival.Vengeance is hot, violent.Survival is cold. Calculated. Ruthless.Right now, I wasn’t burning.I was freezing.With blood on my hands, smoke in my lungs, and the weight of too many ghosts pressing into my spine.Giovanni was alive.Dario was a weapon now.Lorenzo was bleeding out.And the last thread holding me to anything remotely sane… had just come through a speaker, wrapped in memory and warning.Nico.My mother’s blade in the dark.A man I’d watched vanish into flames when I was nine years old.A man I’d cried over, mourned—buried in my heart beside my mother.He was alive.Which meant everything I thought I knew… wasn’t just a lie.It was a performance.And the stage was far from finished.We didn’t have time to argue.The villa was compromised. The panic room was temporary.Lorenzo was barely conscious.Matteo was holding it together by the skin of his rage.And I?I was already mapping t