Lahat ng Kabanata ng VENDETTA’S BRIDE: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Muna Romano glanced at her watch for the third time in five minutes. 9:47 PM. The Slemz were late, and in her world, being late meant either an insult or a death trap. Neither was a good sign.Maybe we should get the fuck out of here, Doll.” Marco, her most trusted soldier, shifted uneasily beside the black Escalade. His hand rested close to the gun under his jacket, dark eyes sweeping the empty warehouse district. “This whole thing feels wrong.”Muna adjusted the silk scarf at her neck, hiding the rough scar along her collarbone,a cruel reminder of the night she found her father shaking on the study floor, poison tearing through his body while blood foamed from his mouth. At twenty-six, she trusted her instincts more than anyone, and right now they screamed nothing but death. But the Romano family was bleeding money and men like an open wound. Without this Russian deal,they will be buried in shallow graves by Christmas.”Five more minutes,” she said, her voice firm. “We need their r

The morning sun pierced through the penthouse windows like bullets, waking Muna from restless nightmares filled with blood and wedding bells. Her body ached from sleeping in the chair,she refused to touch the bed that would soon become her prison.Sofia slipped in quietly, holding a cup of coffee that smelled amazing but made her stomach turn.“Your mother’s here,” she whispered, glancing nervously at the cameras. “She got in this morning with the others.”Muna's heart slammed against her ribs. "Where?""Floor fifteen. Under guard." Sofia's voice dropped even lower. "She's asking for you.Relief and terror crashed through her veins. Her mother was alive, but now they were all trapped in Felix's web.An hour later, Vincent appeared at her door like death wearing an expensive suit."Boss wants to see you," he announced, his shark smile gleaming."Tell your boss to go straight to hell."He knew you’d say that,” Vincent said, smiling. “That’s why he has something you need to see.”The ele

Morning light slipped through the tall windows, soft but sharp, painting the sheets with red.Muna Romano,no, Muna Castelli,lay on her back, the heavy silk wrapping around her like a trap. Her body hurt, every bruise and bite proof of the battle she lost to Felix last night.The bathroom door opened slow. Steam drifted out, thick and heavy, carrying the smell of soap and skin. Felix walked into the room, a black towel hanging low on his hips. Water slid over scars from old fights, and new lines from her nails marked his chest.He looked like pure sin,handsome in a way that hurt, and dangerous in a way that warned her to stay away."Good morning, wife.” His voice was smooth, but sharp underneath, Did you sleep well?Muna pulled the sheet higher, her dark hair a wild curtain around her shoulders. "Go fuck yourself, Felix."His laughter was soft, deadly music. "I'd rather fuck you again. The way you begged for more last night was... unbelievable Heat flashed through her body,shame, rage

The drive to South Street sliced through the city. Felix sat beside her, jaw hard, eyes burning with a rage that left bodies behind. The silence between them was thick with danger.Muna’s face stayed calm, but her thoughts raced. Twenty million didn’t just vanish. Someone on the inside had planned this,someone who knew their routes, their guards, their cracks. The list was short, and her own blood sat at the top."Tell me about your mother's friends," Felix said suddenly, his voice cutting through the tension like glass."What friends?"The ones she might have reached out to. Old allies. People who’d love to wound me through my business.” His fingers tapped against his thigh, the only crack in his controlled fury. “People who might think stealing from me is justice.”Muna held his stare. “My mother is in Miami remember? Safe in the house you gave her. Unless you’re saying your own security slipped.”Felix's smile was winter-cold. "My security doesn't fail, Mrs. Castelli. People fail m

The garage felt like a grave. Cold walls, bright lights, the smell of oil and death. Vincent stood by a black SUV, looking worried. Two men stood with him, hands near their guns, eyes watching the dark."This better be fucking worth it," Felix growled, his shirt still wrinkled from their interrupted encounter. His hand remained possessive on Muna's lower back, a claim and a warning rolled into one."It is, boss." Vincent opened the SUV's rear door. "We found this hidden in the warehouse office. Behind a false wall."Inside the vehicle sat a metal briefcase, military-grade, the kind used for transporting sensitive materials. Vincent input a code, and the case opened with a soft hiss.Muna's breath caught.Photographs. Dozens of them. Black and white surveillance shots, some recent, some clearly years old. All featuring familiar faces,Felix, herself, their families, key players in the underworld."What the fuck is this?" Felix reached for one of the photos. It showed him leaving a resta