Lahat ng Kabanata ng Owned By The Don : Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

The world outside Geneva burned quietly, as if the city itself was trying to hide the war crawling under its skin. Snowflakes fell through the smoke, catching on broken glass and twisted steel. The explosion at the Morreau Foundation had made the headlines, all but the truth, the bodies, the betrayal, was already buried beneath money and silence.Inside the safehouse, Raven’s reflection trembled in the windowpane. Her hair was still streaked with ash, her hands faintly shaking. She could taste the acrid bite of cordite and lies on her tongue. Behind her, Jaxon moved through the dim light like a shadow still learning how to be human again.He’d stripped out of his blood-streaked suit, trading it for black cargo and the gun he never set down. The wound on his shoulder was reopened, a dark bloom under the bandage, but he didn’t slow. Men like him didn’t bleed, they calculated.Matteo and Viktor had left an hour ago to track their remaining contacts in Zurich. Now it was just the two of t

The city breathed differently that night.A low hum of electricity vibrated through the underbelly of New York, signals, encrypted codes, and orders hidden beneath the noise of normal life. For weeks, quiet movements had replaced open warfare. Now, those movements converged.A small newsroom on the Upper East Side glowed with the dim light of a single monitor. The journalist typing inside believed she was communicating with a source named Raye Kincaid. She was absolutely clueless as to who Raye Kincaid really was. The data came in waves, offshore ledgers, shipment manifests, transaction histories spanning three continents. Evelyn Morreau’s name appeared like a curse in the fine print, buried behind shell companies and aliases, now dragged into the light.Each file uploaded triggered a ripple across the digital map: hidden accounts froze, holding companies halted, funds locked in international limbo. The leak spread through secure channels, reaching regulators, watchdogs, and eventual

The villa’s flames clawed at the night, smoke spiraling into the sky like black banners of war. The structure, once a monument to Evelyn’s meticulous control, now crumbled into chaos. Jaxon and Raven remained at the edge of the gravel drive, silhouettes against the glow of fire and ash.“She’s alive,” Jaxon muttered, his jaw tight, eyes fixed on the collapsing villa. “She always survives.”Raven’s hand closed around the drive in her coat pocket. “Then we make sure this time she doesn’t.”A sharp vibration cut through the tense night air. Raven’s phone. An encrypted call flashed across the screen.“Evelyn,” she whispered.Jaxon’s eyes darkened, and he leaned closer. “Take it.”Raven swiped to answer. Evelyn’s voice slithered through the speaker, silken, smooth, yet laced with menace.“Well, well… my sons and the whore,” Evelyn purred. “Did you enjoy my little fireworks show?”Jaxon’s expression remained unreadable, his hands clenched at his sides.“I trust you realize the villa was a d

The corridor outside the critical care wing felt like it was holding its breath, tight, white, sterile, humming with fluorescent tension. Nurses passed in quick, clipped strides, whispering into radios. A security guard stationed near the double doors kept glancing between two rooms as though waiting for one of the occupants to stop breathing, and Evelyn, well, she walked straight into the center of it like she owned the place.Her heels struck the linoleum with deliberate, echoing taps, sharp, arrogant, invasive. Two guards flanked her, Luca’s blood still on their shirts, drying in warped, rusty stains. Her expression didn’t flicker toward concern or grief. Only calculation.Carlo Corsetti stiffened when he saw her. His jaw locked so hard the muscles in his neck jerked. “You shouldn’t be here,” Carlo snarled under his breath.Evelyn gave him a cold, brittle smile. “I go where I bloody please."“Your blood?” Carlo raised his voice a slight tempo higher than his usuall calm, projected

The gunshot split the corridor like lightning. For a single frozen heartbeat, no one moved. No one breathed. The hospital lights flickered, a stuttering pulse against the cold floors, and all that remained was the echo ringing down the hallway.Then chaos detonated. Nurses screamed. Guards ducked. Someone toppled a crash cart that skittered across the tiles, metal hitting metal. Carlo’s curse tore through the air as he shielded Enzo’s father. Gino shoved past a nurse, hand on his weapon, jaw clenched hard enough to splinter bone.Evelyn didn’t run this time, she stared down the corridor toward Jaxon, her chest heaving, her eyes sharp with calculation, but she wasn’t smiling anymore because she knew. Everyone did. That shot wasn’t meant to kill. It was meant to send a message. A declaration. A spark to ignite the final war.Jaxon’s body moved before thought. Before instinct. Before rage. He shifted in front of Raven’s hospital door, shielding her with his own body even from across the