All Chapters of Tied to the Ruthless Three: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

“Where have you been?” Tisha shot me an annoyed look. “We have to leave for your city right away. Vlad is throwing a party at his place tomorrow.”I blinked. I’d only been gone for half a day, and somehow the situation had already escalated this far.I watched Isolde and Tisha start packing while I had just arrived after a perilous journey, dodging Katerina’s people outside. Now I had to inform Alexei, because getting into that party would be much easier that way.“Something happened to you, didn’t it?” Tisha asked bluntly. “The sex was good?”Isolde grimaced in disgust. “Gross!”I had no intention of answering something that private. It was enough for me and Alexei to remember. I immediately started packing along with the others, my mind racing with plans to get into Vlad’s place. Everything was rushed now, while Alexei’s plan still wasn’t one hundred percent solid.“So what other news is there?” I asked, changing the subject.“Darius has set up a fake black market to lure Vlad in,”

Gabriel slammed his body forward, forcing my back hard against the door. Pain flared through me, but it was nothing compared to the heat radiating from him. His ragged breathing brushed against the hollow of my neck, sending a shiver through me that was both ticklish and undeniably threatening.“Stop it, Gabriel,” I warned firmly.We couldn’t do this. Not here. Not in the house of my sworn enemy.With one hand, Gabriel pinned both my arms. The other gripped my shoulder tightly until our eyes locked. My heart pounded wildly, and his beat even more ferociously.Gabriel wasn’t asking. He was demanding.His gaze revealed the predator within him, the side that no longer wanted to be my protector tonight.He lowered his head, ready to force his will on me. Somewhere in the distance, I could faintly hear the music from the party. It sounded impossibly far away, separated from the small hell about to unfold in this pavilion.“You think you can ignore me forever, Anna?” Gabriel’s voice was low

Everyone had returned to the mansion. I went downstairs to meet Isolde, Tisha, and Gabriel, who had just arrived. As soon as I got back, I locked my room and hurried to clean up. By the time I finished, they were all there.My eyes flicked to Nathaniel, who was already in the living room. He had been watching me since I walked in. Ever since the car ride, we hadn’t spoken at all. I had deliberately been avoiding him.I felt guilty, especially when Nathaniel tried to take my hand. He loved deeply, but I couldn’t ignore Alexei or Gabriel either. I was afraid of hurting Nathaniel again if he found out, especially after what had happened between Gabriel and me at Vlad’s mansion earlier.“You said you were sick?” Isolde turned to me as I sat beside her. “Go back and get some rest.”“I’m feeling better,” I replied.By accident, my gaze met Gabriel’s. He gave me a brief, knowing smile, full of dominance and satisfaction. My heart started racing. How could Gabriel tease me like that when Nath

The air in Isolde’s bedroom—inside the Lancroft mansion—felt suffocating. The tension made my entire body turn cold. The monitor’s glow burned my eyes.I sat on the edge of the couch, my hands clenched together until my knuckles turned white. Gabriel and Nathaniel flanked me, both silent—still as statues.Tisha sat in front of the screen, gripping the console controls, her face tight with strain. Dimitri? He paced back and forth, clearly trying to rein in his panic.Today was the day Isolde’s plan was set into motion.After Isolde obtained proof of Vlad’s betrayal through the listening device planted in his residence a few days ago, the next stage of the trap had to begin.“Connection is stable,” Tisha said, breaking the silence. Her voice was flat, emotionless—though I knew she was just as anxious as the rest of us. “Audio and visuals are clear. Isolde just went in.”My heart felt like it stopped beating.On the screen, the hidden camera feed shook before stabilizing. Vlad’s arrogant

Seeing Alexei smile at me made me fight back tears. He looked like a soldier stepping onto the front line—brave, resolute—as if he were ready to embrace death itself.“Don’t cry,” Alexei said softly.“I’m trying.”The sound of cars approaching echoed through the harbor. Controlled footsteps followed—disciplined, precise. Nightshade operatives. They moved straight toward me as I stood on the deck of the ship.“Miss Anna.”They inclined their heads respectfully.I drew a breath and turned to Alexei, already bound. I stood rigid, chin slightly lifted, forcing myself to maintain the cold mask I had trained for.And to hold back the tears.Seeing the man who had held me with such love just hours ago now kneeling on the deck, surrounded by Nightshade’s elite forces, was torture almost beyond endurance.Alexei didn’t struggle. He looked straight at me. There was no fear in his eyes—only unwavering resolve.He was playing his role—the legendary fugitive finally brought to his knees. But deep