All Chapters of Whisked Away : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The storm clawed at the stained glass, hurling shadows across the chapel floor. Amara stood trembling, her tears cutting through silence sharper than any blade. Ethan leaned on the altar, patient, savoring every fracture in their bond.Luca’s hands curled into fists at his sides, his nails digging deep, blood welling, but he didn’t notice. He looked at Amara as though she were the only anchor in a world collapsing.“I need you to hear me,” he said hoarsely. “Not him. Me.”Amara’s lips quivered, but she didn’t answer.He stepped closer, his voice stripped of all steel, raw like an open wound. “I grew up in a house where silence meant survival. My father, he believed love was weakness. Every kindness I had, Ethan took. Every warmth I found, it was punished. I learned to build cages, to hold on to anything precious before it was stolen from me.”Ethan’s smile flickered, his eyes narrowing at the mention of their father.Luca’s chest heaved, his words tumbling now, unrestrained. “The firs

The chapel doors stayed shut, but Amara felt as though the world had already closed in on her. Every heartbeat ricocheted off the marble walls, every breath scraped like broken glass.Luca’s eyes, wild, desperate, were fixed only on her. Ethan’s, dark, unreadable, watched her with the patience of a predator who already knows the prey is too tired to run.“You think he’ll free you?” Luca’s voice cracked as he jabbed a finger toward Ethan. “He thrives on your ruin. He’ll whisper that you’re strong while tightening the leash. That’s what he does, Amara!”Ethan’s chuckle was low, unhurried. “And yet, she stands closer to me now than to you. Curious, isn’t it?”Amara flinched, realizing it was true. Her body had shifted, imperceptibly, but enough for both men to see. Her betrayal wasn’t in words but in the instinctive lean toward the very danger she should fear.Luca stepped forward, but the movement sent Amara stumbling back. Her hands trembled, palms up as if fending off a blow. “Please,

Luca’s chest rose and fell in ragged waves, his pulse drumming in his ears. The silence wasn’t just silence anymore, it was a cage, and Ethan was the one holding the key.“I won’t let you do this,” Luca ground out, his voice rough, fraying with barely contained fury. His fingers tightened around Amara’s wrist, anchoring himself to her trembling form. “You don’t get to twist her into your weapon.”Ethan’s lips curved into that shadow-smile, the kind that never touched his eyes. He leaned just close enough for Luca to feel the chill of his composure.“I didn’t twist her. I only revealed what was already there. Look at her. She had every chance to speak. Every chance to save you from doubt. And yet…” His hand gestured lazily to Amara, silent and weeping. “…she chose not to.”Something snapped inside Luca.The restraint he’d fought to hold onto, gone.His fist shot out, gripping Ethan by the collar of his immaculate suit, slamming him against the marble pillar of the chapel. The hollow thu

The cathedral seemed to shrink in on itself, the air turning cold and heavy the moment Ethan’s shadow cut across the aisle. The candles flickered as though the very flame feared him. Amara’s breath hitched, her body stiffening against Luca’s hold, her pulse hammering so violently it felt like her ribs might crack under the force of it.Luca’s arms instinctively tightened around her, protective and unyielding, as his eyes locked onto the intruder. He said nothing at first, his jaw hardening, his stance bracing like a shield.“Quite the sight,” Ethan’s voice echoed, smooth yet sharp as a blade. He stepped forward, the heels of his polished shoes striking the marble with cruel precision. His gaze drifted to Amara, lingering on her as though she were a prize he had already won, then flicked to Luca with disdain. “Whispering confessions in God’s house, Amara? How… poetic.”Amara’s nails dug into Luca’s shirt, her whole body trembling as though the ground itself had betrayed her. She opened

The headlines hit the world before Amara and Luca even left the cathedral steps.By the time their car pulled away from the swarm of reporters, news anchors were already dissecting every word, bloggers were spinning theories, and social media was aflame with hashtags:#AmaraExposed#SecretMarriageScandal#DeLucaDramaInside the sleek black car, Amara sat stiffly, staring out the tinted windows at the blur of flashing cameras. Her hands trembled against her lap until Luca took them into his, steady and strong.“You were flawless,” he said softly.“I was terrified,” she whispered.“That’s what made it flawless,” he replied, pressing her knuckles to his lips.But even as he soothed her, his phone buzzed incessantly on the seat beside him—messages from board members, lawyers, his father, and half of Manhattan’s high society. Luca didn’t reach for it. His attention stayed on her.Ethan, however, was already on the offensive.That evening, as the city lights glittered across the skyline, hi