All Chapters of VELVET GUN: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

“In a world built to break us, love is the quiet rebellion that survives the fire.”The air in Ellie’s room was thick with that in-between quiet — the kind that wasn’t exactly silence, but the slow hum of a world that dared not intrude. Outside, the sun hadn’t fully risen yet, and the faint silver light pushed in through the sheer curtains, painting the edges of Amy’s jaw, her cheekbones, the way her lashes cast shadows when she blinked slowly. Ellie was still lying against the pillows, her hair spilling over the crisp white sheets, the faintest smile playing at her lips. Amy sat beside her, one knee bent on the mattress, the other foot still touching the floor as if she hadn’t quite decided whether she was staying or leaving. But she wasn’t leaving — not yet. Not now. “You’re staring,” Ellie murmured, voice low, still rough with sleep. Amy’s lips twitched. “I’m checking to make sure you’re real.” Ellie’s eyes softened, that quiet, devastating softness she reserved only for Amy. “

“Not every smile is harmless; some are daggers dressed in silk.”The garden was still glowing from the remnants of sunset, lanterns swaying softly overhead, the scent of late-bloom roses and warm candle wax curling through the air. The ring was already on Ellie’s hand, a quiet weight that pulsed every time she glanced at it. She had barely caught her breath from Amy’s proposal when the crowd shifted, eyesglancing toward the entrance.Giulia Merchetti had arrived, her presence was like the shadow of a passing cloud—soft enough not to startle the birds, but dark enough to dim the light. She wore pale silk, her hair pinned in deliberate waves, a diamond clip winking above her ear. The careful neutrality in her smile was almost more unsettling than outright hostility. “Figlia mia…” Giulia’s voice was smooth, touched with that lingering European elegance she wielded like a blade. “You look… radiant.” Ellie stood still. There was no rush to close the distance, no warmth leaping from dau

“Grief doesn’t shout. It seeps—into the air, into the walls, until even the strongest forget how to breathe.” The words didn’t come easily for the doctor. He stood beside the bed, clipboard clutched like it was the only thing keeping his hands from trembling. He had patched bullet wounds, treated fevered soldiers, and delivered babies in bombed-out towns, but there was something different about speaking death into a room where life had been expected.Amy didn’t move from her chair beside Ellie’s bed. She had her forearms on her knees, head bowed slightly, eyes fixed on Ellie’s face the way a drowning person might fix on the sky above the water. “The pregnancy… it didn’t survive,” he said. Amy blinked once. Just once. Her mouth didn’t open. Her jaw didn’t slacken only her hands curled tighter into fists. “You’re wrong.” Her voice was flat, not angry yet, not broken yet, just—denial, dressed in steel. The doctor didn’t flinch. He’d seen the look before. “We tried everything. She’s

“In some houses, the walls remember every word. In this one, they keep score.” The Merchetti mansion was quiet at midnight, but not asleep, never asleep. From the east wing came the faint scent of cigar smoke — not fresh, but settled into the wallpaper after decades of deals, betrayals, and power claimed in whispers. The chandeliers were dimmed to a golden haze, their light catching the marble floor in soft reflections that stretched and shifted as someone moved.That someone was Luca Merchetti. He moved through the house like he owned not just the space but the very air within it — the kind of man who didn’t rush, because the world waited for him. His steps were deliberate, the soft click of leather soles measured like a clock, but his jaw was locked and his eyes… his eyes were two loaded chambers, safety off. The servants had long since learned to vanish into the walls when he walked past. He did not look left or right, but the weight of his presence brushed each closed door like a

“Some silences are sharp enough to bleed you dry.Others are just the space between breaths.” The Merchetti mansion was different now. Not just in the way the halls gleamed under new chandeliers or how the sound of footsteps no longer echoed against empty walls. Not just in the glint of polished silver or the muted tick of grandfather clocks in the main hall. It was different in the way people moved through it. Ellie had gutted the old household — not with cruelty, but with surgical precision. Every maid who’d whispered to Giulia, every guard who’d turned a blind eye, every driver who’d known more than they should — all gone. Not discarded like refuse, but sent away with envelopes thick enough to start new lives. And she’d made sure to do it elegantly, quietly, like a shadow that left no trace. She didn’t want enemies, only loyalty.She’d gone further than anyone expected: offering jobs to their children instead. Young blood. Fresh loyalty. People who saw her not as a mistress or a b