บททั้งหมดของ Whispers of Loyalty: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

AlanaThe lights went out just as I reached for Zach.For a heartbeat, there was only silence — a silence so thick it pressed against my chest, swallowing the sound of my breath. Then the world erupted.Somewhere down the hall, metal clanged, boots hit marble, and someone shouted. The security alarms should’ve gone off. They didn’t. The air stayed heavy, electric, too still for comfort.“Zach?” I called out, but the name barely left my throat before the sound was devoured by the dark.My pulse thundered. Every instinct told me to move, to reach for the weapon hidden beneath the nightstand, to find him — not as a wife, but as the other half of a war that refused to end.I slid the pistol free and moved into the hall.The estate, usually alive with low hums of power and security feeds, was silent. Even the emergency lights hadn’t triggered. Gia’s systems didn’t fail — they were cut.The blackout wasn’t a glitch. It was a message.⸻I navigated by muscle memory — fifteen paces down the m

AlanaThe sky was still burning when we got back.Ash drifted like snow across the courtyard, carried from the docks by the wind. The smell of smoke and saltwater clung to us, even after the guards rushed to meet us at the gates. It should have felt like victory — one of Roman’s operations destroyed, his hold weakened — but I knew better.Roman hadn’t lost. He’d adjusted.And that was far more dangerous.⸻Inside the estate, the air was thick with questions. Gia’s team filled the east hall, dragging cables, setting up temporary terminals. Niko barked orders from the stairwell, his voice cutting through the chaos like a whip.I barely stopped moving.Every order, every adjustment, came easily now — not because I’d been trained for it, but because I’d lived it. My father had taught me strategy at a dinner table lined with killers. I’d watched him build empires between glasses of wine. But he’d never once let me lead.Zach had.He didn’t hover, didn’t second-guess. When I turned to him n

ALANAI had always thought the worst thing my father ever left behind was his empire.The money. The power. The loyalty bought through fear and blood.But standing in the dim light of Gia’s lab that morning, surrounded by flickering monitors and the faint hum of machines, I realized I’d been wrong.The empire wasn’t the poison.Vittore_Core was.⸻Gia leaned over the console, the glow from the screens painting her face in pale blue. “I’ve been analyzing what’s left of the code Zach pulled from the tunnels,” she said, her fingers flying across the keyboard. “This isn’t just data storage. It’s biological encryption.”I frowned. “Explain.”“Every system needs a key,” Gia said. “Your father’s was unique — a genetic access lock. The primary algorithms of his network are encoded into bloodline DNA sequences. Meaning…”“Meaning it can only be unlocked by Vittore blood,” I finished.She nodded. “Yes — but it’s more complicated. Your father didn’t just use his own DNA. He mapped fragments of o

Alana The estate had fallen into a rhythm again — not peace, just movement. Orders went out at dawn, shipments rotated through the docks, meetings ran long into the night. The gears of power never stopped, not even when the people turning them were bleeding. I watched from the balcony above the east courtyard, the air sharp with the scent of rain and oil. Below, men hauled crates into waiting vans. They moved like ghosts, silent and precise, every action rehearsed a hundred times. Zach had built this kind of order from chaos. But what kept it steady now wasn’t him — not entirely. It was the network I’d been building in the background, piece by piece, while everyone else watched the front lines. The Core. That was what Gia had called it once, half in jest. But the name stuck. It wasn’t some machine humming beneath the walls. It was people — watchers, couriers, informants — all connected through codes and loyalty. Every whisper that reached me was another heartbeat in the empire we

Alana The house felt different at night. Not haunted—just heavy. Like every shadow carried the memory of what had been lost here. I sat in my father’s old study, the fire burning low, stacks of ledgers and reports fanned out across the desk. The Core—our network of informants and messengers—had sent in the latest updates from the docks and southern border. I traced my fingers over the ink, my mind already three steps ahead. The numbers were clean. Too clean. That usually meant something was being hidden. I was learning, day by day, to read silence as clearly as words. The door creaked open, and Gia stepped inside, holding a folder. “He’s still awake,” she said quietly. “Zach. Downstairs.” “I know,” I murmured. “He doesn’t sleep when the rain hits.” “He doesn’t sleep at all.” I didn’t respond. The sound of thunder echoed faintly through the glass panes behind me. Gia came closer, placing the folder in front of me. “Shipment manifests from the east,” she said. “The Core picked