All Chapters of Whispers of Loyalty: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

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THINGS WE DO & SAY

ALANAHis name echoed long after I whispered it.Silas Veronin.I hadn’t meant to say it aloud. Not to him. Not yet. But something in Zach's eyes, something bruised and burning and on the edge, made me do it.He needed to hear it. To know there were still truths buried beneath everything we thought we’d already uncovered. And that some of those truths had teeth.The moment the name left my mouth, I saw the shift in him. A crack in that cold control he’d been wearing like armor. Like he knew that name better than his own. Like the sound of it reopened a wound he’d spent years pretending had scarred over.And maybe it had. But scars lie. They whisper, I’m healed, even while the skin underneath still bleeds.Back at the estate, I didn’t speak to anyone. I didn’t need a team on this. Didn’t want eyes I couldn’t trust watching my next move.I went into my father’s archives, dug out every black book, ledger, coded file, and encrypted thumb drive that I’d previously dismissed. Because if Sil

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GHOSTS KEEP RETURNING

ZACHSilas.I hadn’t heard his name in over a decade.Not from a voice that mattered. Not from a mouth I trusted. And now it was echoing from the person who was my goddamn reason for breathing.Alana’s message came through while I was cleaning my gun. No preamble. No hesitation.We need to talk. It’s about your brother.The words hit like a bullet between the ribs.I sat there, the weapon still in my lap, the silence so loud I swore I could hear my heartbeat slamming against my skull.Silas.I said it aloud just to see if it still hurt. It did. God, it did.The last time I saw him, I was thirteen.He was seventeen. Taller than me, sharper than me. His voice had already dipped into gravel and command. I worshiped him. Every broken part of me bent toward him like a shadow trying to reach light.He was the only one who never made me feel like a burden. The only one who taught me how to hold a blade and use it only if it meant something. And then he was gone. No goodbye. No note. No body.

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TOGETHER IS DIFFERENT NOW

ALANAIt was different this time.The weight on Zach’s shoulders wasn’t the usual heaviness of command or paranoia. This wasn’t the tension of war plans or blood spilled in silence. This was something older, deeper. A storm he’d buried under scar tissue.His brother wasn’t a ghost anymore. He was a shadow with a pulse. And we were walking straight into him.We drove in silence.Zach’s jaw clenched, one hand on the wheel, the other resting near the grip of his gun. His fingers tapped once, twice, then stilled, like he was trying to quiet his own heartbeat.I didn’t interrupt him. There was nothing to say that could soften this. Nothing that would undo the fracture forming beneath his skin.He wasn’t just preparing for a confrontation. He was bracing for betrayal to come in the shape of someone he once loved. And I could feel it, like smoke leaking into a sealed room. It was going to suffocate him if he didn’t get ahead of it.If we didn’t.We arrived at the old opera house just after d

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SHATTERED FROM WITHIN

ZACHThe thing about blood?It’s a double-edged sword. It binds you, sure, but it also bleeds you dry. And tonight, I couldn’t stop the bleeding.After the meeting at the opera house, I didn’t speak for hours. Not to Alana. Not to Gia. Not even to myself. Silence became a shield. A place where I could set my thoughts without them unraveling into war cries.But inside?I was splitting open.There was a version of me that still wanted to believe Silas could be saved. That his alliances were strategic, not personal. That he was playing a long game to resurrect something sacred. But the man I saw on that stage wasn’t playing a game.He was building a kingdom on the ashes of my pain. And he expected me to bow.I stood in the armory, hands braced on the table, eyes scanning blueprints and profiles.Gia sat nearby, watching me like she was trying to see past my skin."You haven't blinked in twenty minutes," she muttered.I didn’t answer.She set her gun down, voice low. "Tell me what’s in yo

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DEPTHS OF PAIN

ALANAThe blood on his boots didn’t belong to Zach. But it might as well have. Because the man who walked through the doors that night wasn’t the same one who held me days ago, trembling under moonlight, trying to outrun the shadows of his past.That man, the one who kissed me like I was his last salvation, he was gone.And what remained? Was someone terrifyingly familiar.The kind of man my father used to become before a war.He said nothing when he entered the room.Just kicked the door shut with the heel of his boot and looked at me like I was both the anchor and the tide.“You killed him,” I said softly.Zach didn’t answer. Just stripped off his jacket, dropped it to the floor, and poured a glass of water from the decanter on the table.Not whiskey. Not vodka. Water. Like he was trying to wash the fire out from the inside.“He was a traitor,” he finally said. “He gave Silas the intel.”“I know.”His eyes lifted to mine, unreadable. “Then don’t ask me to feel sorry about it.”“I wa

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REALITY IS WORSE

ZACHThe war started with a choice. Not the first bullet. Not the betrayal. Not even Silas standing across from me in a warehouse with a loaded threat on his tongue.It started the moment I decided to stop defending and start erasing.No more counter-moves. No more negotiations. No more bleeding. This was my retaliation.I stood over the blueprints in the war room, red markers slashing through names and corridors, routes and strongholds. The entire city had turned into a chessboard, every square soaked in loyalty or deceit.Gia leaned against the table beside me, arms crossed, chewing on a toothpick like she was waiting for someone to flinch.Niko sat on the arm of the couch, cleaning a rifle piece by piece, his silence saying more than words ever could.Carmela stood near the monitors, reviewing security logs, cross-referencing comms.And Alana - my anchor, my damnation - sat on the edge of the armrest, her hand resting on my back, grounding me without saying a word.“We hit them at

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DEEPER & DEEPER UNTIL IT'S GONE

ALANAI knew the moment I opened the file that I would never sleep again.Marcella wasn’t a pawn. She wasn’t some leftover lieutenant clinging to a fallen house.She was strategic. Trained. And she was in love with Silas Veronin.Which made her twice as dangerous because she wasn’t just playing to win. She was playing for vengeance.The sun hadn’t risen yet, but I hadn’t closed my eyes. Zach lay asleep beside me, chest rising and falling in a rhythm that betrayed just how exhausted he was. I didn’t blame him. He’d bled more in the last week than most men did in a lifetime.But this?This was different. This wasn’t about bullets or bombs. This was about pressure points. Weaknesses. Timing. This was about undoing us without ever firing a shot.I slipped out of bed and padded barefoot into the hallway, robe tight around my waist, the report clutched in one hand. Gia was awake already. She never really slept either, not since this war started.She was in the control room, reviewing bluepr

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IT'S ALWAYS THE ONES YOU TRUST

ZACHShe betrayed us.The thought looped like a gunshot behind my ribs, sharp and hollow, echoing through everything I touched.Carmela.I didn’t want to believe it. I couldn’t believe it.She’d stood beside us since the beginning. Since the night Alana first took her father’s throne and I chose to stand beside her instead of running. She knew our secrets. She bled for this empire. And yet, she placed a wire inside our walls.She opened the door for Silas. And that, that I could never forgive.I didn’t storm into her quarters. I walked. Slowly. Deliberately. Because fury wasn't the kind of fire that helped in times like this.It was ice. And tonight, I was frozen straight through.Carmela looked up when I entered. She was barefoot, hair damp, pacing the room in a tank top and sweats like any other night. Like she hadn’t just sold us out.“You’re early,” she said. “I thought the briefing—”I tossed the transmitter on the floor between us. It clattered like a dead thing.Her breath caug

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ICE COLD

ALANAI didn’t flinch when Gia told me Zach had pulled the trigger. I didn’t ask for the details. Didn’t ask if she cried. If she begged. If it was fast or drawn out. Because that would mean I was mourning Carmela. And I couldn’t afford to mourn someone who chose betrayal over blood. But that didn’t mean I didn’t feel it.The war room still smelled like smoke.Her blood had already been cleaned off the floor. Her name erased from the roster. Her face scrubbed from security feeds. But my body still remembered her - her voice, her advice, her laughter at midnight when the world felt like it was ending.She was family. And now she was a warning.Zach hadn’t said a word about it since. Not to me. Not to anyone. He buried her with silence. And that scared me more than anything.I found him in the training ring the next morning.Sweat slicked his back, his fists wrapped, shirtless and seething, slamming into the punching bag like it had wronged him personally.He didn’t stop when he saw me.

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NO SURVIVORS

ZACHMarcella didn’t look afraid.That was the first thing I noticed.She sat chained to the steel chair in the basement holding cell like she belonged there with her back straight, jaw lifted, eyes locked on mine. The cut on her cheek was already bruising, but she didn’t even blink when I stepped into the room.“You’re late,” she said, tone flat. “I was starting to think you’d send someone else to do the dirty work.”“No,” I replied, shutting the door behind me. “This part’s mine.”The air was cold down here. Dry and bitter. Like a place that had never known light or warmth.I’d spent the last hour staring at her file, reading through notes, sifting every piece of evidence. The bug Carmela planted. The intercepted comms. The cash drops. Marcella’s name kept popping up, always behind the scenes, always just out of reach. And now she was here, tethered to a chair in a room with no exits that didn’t lead to a grave.She smirked. “Let me guess. You want a confession?”I walked toward her

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