All Chapters of NERO’S GAME : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

CHAPTER 41: Snake in the WaterThe sun spilt gold across the rippling surface of the pool, dancing like flames upon the water. Luigi leaned back against the edge, his elbows hooked lazily over the smooth marble. The dark sunglasses perched on his nose hid the calculating gleam in his eyes. Two female escorts that he had gotten from his nightclub laughed beside him. Each one flanked him on both sides, sucking the skin of his neck and making lewd noises in his ear—both their hands, trailing up his thigh like a silent question.He didn’t answer. Didn’t need to. Power didn’t respond. It commanded. Besides, he loved the feel of that question.The girls were nothing more than decoration, really. Like the sculptures or the hand-painted ceiling of his palatial estate outside Barcelona. Pretty distractions. Necessary illusions. The kind that whispered he had everything under control. They were merely there for his pleasure and his amusement, for even as they administered to him, his mind wand

CHAPTER 43: Bitter aftertasteOlivia sat alone at the long table in the cast dining hall. The sunlight filtering through the tall gilded windows did little to lift the heaviness pressing down on her chest. Neither did it chase away the chill that was wrapping its arms around her. She sat rigid at the long mahogany table, the breakfast laid out elegantly before her—silver cutlery glinting, porcelain plates arranged with clinical perfection. But none of it registered. None of it appealed to her. Elena had advised her to eat even when she did not have an appetite for the child's sake. But she still couldn't find it in her.Her fingers toyed with the handle of her teacup, her appetite absent, her mind tangled in the events of the previous night. The necklace. The note. Nero’s outburst. The shattered diamonds that were swept away by the maids this morning still haunted her, as did the look in his eyes. It was so full of rage and that she was still baffled and confused about it.And then, t

CHAPTER 45: Connor *****A few Weeks Ago**** Smoke clawed at his lungs. Pain wracked all over his body. His head felt heavy from being suspended upside down.Connor’s eyes fluttered open just as the screeching of tires faded away. For a split second, all he saw was flickering firelight dancing off shattered glass and twisted metal. The air was thick with gasoline and smoke. His mind was momentarily blank. He could remember nothing—only felt the pain from everywhere on his body. His deep and steady breathing was the only sound in the overturned car, with the occasional sound of the creaking from the vehicle . It was when Connor’s eyes slowly turned to the passenger seat, and found it empty, as well as the backseat that it all came back to him.He suddenly remembered everything. Olivia. The local townhouse. The wedding. Lulu. They were on their way to get married.Connor darted his eyes around as much as the sharp pain in his neck could allow. “Olivia?” His voice cracked with pan

CHAPTER 47: A tragic heroThe sound of heavy footsteps resounded in the dark dungeon as two dark figures walked into the cell where the unconscious prisoner was fast asleep. The dark-haired mafia don cocked his head to the side, slender fingers rubbed his razor-sharp jaw. A faux thoughtful expression appeared on his face as he regarded the bound sleeping man. “Hmmm.. how peaceful. It's a pity we have to wake our guest.” He turned to his second in command. “Don't you think so?”Nico did not reply. He knew that Nero was in the mood to play his twisted games. He simply walked over to the corner of the room and picked up the bucket of water that was left there for that reason.“What a grouch.”Nico ignored Nero, muttering, ”Demon spawn,” under his breath before he stopped before the prisoner and tipped the bucket over his head.Connor jerked awake, not with the mercy of dawn, but with the shocking slap of icy water splashing across his badly bruised face down to his battered body. His

CHAPTER 49: You should have stayed deadNero’s smirk widened, satisfaction glowing in his features. He was going to derive great pleasure ripping the fool apart with his revelation. His tone dripped with venomous mockery as he delivered the next words like a dagger twisted into an open wound. He stepped closer again, coming to a stop a little distance from Connor, dark hair slightly tilted to the side.“Tell me, Connor. Did she ever give herself to you? Did she ever let you touch her? Do you know how she tastes? Did you ever take her as yours?” His eyes glittered with cruel amusement. Connor’s face drained of all colour, eyes widened and almost bulging out of his sockets. Now, Nico certainly pitied him. His gaze cut to Nero who had a sick twisted sense of satisfaction, and he couldn't resist rolling his eyes.Nero was satisfied with the look on Connor’s face and went on. “Ah, that's what I thought. She was untouched, pristine, trembling like a lamb,” he said his voice grew cruelle