Lahat ng Kabanata ng Fifty Shades Of Lovia : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

We drove him out through the back entrance of the club like garbage. The club’s power was still out, courtesy of one of our tech guys who had rigged the main grid for exactly fourteen minutes of darkness—enough time to get in, drag Rueben out, and vanish like smoke.The van reeked of sweat and blood. Rueben was on the floor, wrists zip-tied behind his back, a bloody rag tied around his mouth. He kept grunting, trying to scream into the thick fabric, writhing every time we hit a bump. But the more he moved, the tighter the cords bit into his skin.I sat opposite him in the van, elbows resting on my knees, watching him like a scientist studies a lab rat. Except this rat was diseased—rotten from the inside out. And tonight, we were going to peel him back and see just how deep the rot went. After this experiment, the ones to mourn will be the next to be mourned.“How tragic.“ I whimpered, smirking proudly. Just then my phone buzzed.It was none other but the girl am crazy about's mes

The next morning,I woke up to the scent of roasted coffee and smoked bacon.The sheets were tangled between my legs, warm from the night before—no, not just warmth but Heat. The kind that still lingered on my skin like fingerprints. Shane wasn’t beside me. But the evidence of him was everywhere. The bruises, the scratch marks on my thighs and the deep ache between them.I stretched with a low sigh, draping one of his black silk shirts over my body, padding barefoot across the cold hardwood floor.Music hummed low from the speakers. Something jazz-like Old and rich.I found him in the kitchen—Shane. Bare torso, grey sweats riding low on his hips, a knife in hand as he chopped fruit with the same calm precision he used to slit throats. His tattoos rippled with each movement, and when he turned to glance at me, those wicked blue eyes lit up.“You sleep good, princess?” His voice was husky, rough from smoke and sin.“I slept like a damn queen,” I murmured, hopping onto the marble islan

ALEJANDRO’S POVThe morning sun had no business shining. Not when two of my most trusted men were dead. Slowly my business has began crumbling at my own face.An empire which was built before my existence is being destroyed by an unknown enemy. First it was Lucien who was found by me brutally mutilated in shot Infront of my penthouse with a not attached to it. Now it's my best friend Rueben. Two messages, written in blood. Someone was mocking me. And it sure as hell wasn’t random. There's only one person who will be capable of this and it nobody but the girl I thought I erased.I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows in my private office at the estate, jaw tight, eyes scanning the morning papers spread across my desk.It was all about the murder cases that has began brewing in the YBA circle. Because of this shit …business partners are withdrawing from us, each day my business sales drop to it lowest.I let out a low shaky breath, trying to control my temper. Then I muttered under m

Lovia's pov;The scent of leather and ash lingered in the room, thick with the tension of shared secrets and whispered sins.Shane stood by the window, shirtless, his cigarette burning slow between two fingers as the city skyline reflected off his chest like a battlefield of scars and lust. He didn’t speak yet—he never did until the silence had wrapped itself around me as if it was a second skin.I sat cross-legged on the bed, silk robe slipping dangerously off my shoulders, a glass of red wine balanced on my thigh.On the wall behind him, a blueprint of vengeance was sprawled across the board, faces circled in red, arrows connecting betrayals, and notes only he and I could decode."So," I said, swirling the wine. "I think Clarissa should be the next person."Shane turned, flicking ash into the tray. “ That's too predictable.” he muttered.I raised a brow. “She married my ex, sold me out, helped bury my name, and grinned at my funeral…who else deserves to die next other than her.“ I

The next evening, Evelyn Pierce arrived precisely on time. I wore a luxurious sable fur coat that draped over my shoulders like a crown of midnight velvet. Beneath it, a sleek emerald silk blouse and tailored black trousers hinted at power and elegance. Then a Glossy black stilettos that clicked confidently as I move, while a strand of pearls and a sapphire ring added timeless sophistication. My chestnut waves framed a face touched with subtle, smoky makeup and deep red lips—every detail a perfect blend of wealth and command.I didn't even hesitate to come here, because this wasn't just a meeting to me.It was the beginning of another chapter in Alejandro's downfall.I had given Shane an excuse of visiting a friend of mine this evening, and surprisingly he believed. That was so unlike him, because we both knew somebody would have been crazy to be friends with me.I walked to one of the Waiters Infront of the bar and showed him my business card. He recognized the name instantly