Semua Bab From My Ex's Betrayal To His Father's Bed: Bab 221 - Bab 230

MARCUSThe command room reeked of smoke, gun oil, and the raw edge of impending violence.I stood at the head of the long table like a king on the edge of war, broad shoulders squared, jaw locked tight as I took a slow drag from the cigarette clamped between my fingers. The ember glowed hot in the dim light, matching the fire raging in my veins. Smoke curled from my lips as I stared at the projected maps on the wall, red pins marking every Brillantes target we were about to turn to ash. My black shirt stretched tight across my chest, sleeves rolled up to reveal the corded muscle of my forearms, veins standing out from the tension I was barely containing.My men watched me in silence. They knew better than to speak when I was like this — when the beast inside me was pacing, hungry for blood.I’m Marcus Lucchesi for goodness’ sake. I don't just lead this empire. I am the empire. And right now, someone had dared to touch what was mine.My entire fucking world.I exhaled another plume o

MARCUSThe night air was thick with the stench of gunpowder, burning wood, and fresh blood.I moved through the Brillantes compound like a force of nature unleashed, my black tactical gear slick with sweat and the blood of men who had dared to stand in my way. The rifle in my hands felt like an extension of my body. Every step I took left bloody footprints on the marble floors, my broad shoulders cutting through the chaos like a blade. My chest heaved with controlled breaths, muscles coiled tight under the vest, veins bulging on my forearms as I gripped the weapon with white-knuckled fury.No words.Only death.My men swept through the halls behind me, Nero at my right flank, his own rifle barking in perfect sync with mine. Explosions rocked the outer buildings as my demolition teams set off the charges we had planted earlier. Flames licked high into the night sky, illuminating the compound in a hellish orange glow. Guards screamed and ran, only to be cut down in bursts of automatic

JULIAThe soup Phoebe brought for me was warm and comforting, sliding down my throat in gentle spoonfuls.I finished the last spoonful and set the spoon down, wiping my mouth with the napkin Phoebe had brought. My back ached a little from sitting too long, but I felt stronger than I had in hours.“I think I need to take a walk,” I said softly, looking up at Phoebe. She was sitting in the chair beside me, her eyes still a little red from earlier tears but her smile steady and supportive. “It’s healthy for pregnant women to walk after eating, right? Helps with digestion and keeps the blood flowing for the babies.”Phoebe nodded immediately, already standing up to help me. “Of course. Fresh air will do you good. And the hospital garden is really pretty at this time of evening.”I glanced toward my parents’ beds. Dad wasn’t sleeping—he lay still, but every few seconds his eyes flicked toward Mom. She wasn’t dozing either. Her head was turned just enough to meet his gaze, then drift away a

NEROI hit send, started the engine, and peeled out of the hospital parking lot, tires screeching. The tracker on Terra’s car was already pinging on my phone. They were moving fast, but I was faster.My jaw clenched so hard it ached. Julia was pregnant. Vulnerable. Terrified. And those two bitches had taken her without mercy!I'm in disbelief.The rain started just as I crested the hill.It came down in sheets, heavy and cold, turning the winding mountain road into a slick, treacherous mirror that reflected the headlights. The tracker on my phone showed Terra’s car had stopped somewhere up here. A remote stretch of hills overlooking the city, far from any main roads.I knew this place. It was isolated. Perfect for someone who didn’t want to be found.My heart hammered against my ribs, a mix of rage and fear churning in my gut. Julia was in that car. Unconscious. Taken by the two who had already caused so much pain. I couldn’t let them hurt her. My car skidded slightly on the wet gra

MARCUSThe Brillantes compound was a funeral pyre.Flames licked high into the night sky, devouring what was left of their empire. Smoke billowed thick and black, carrying the stench of burning wood, melted metal, and the faint coppery tang of blood. My men moved like shadows through the wreckage, torches in hand, ensuring nothing survived. I stood in the center of the chaos, rifle slung over my shoulder, chest heaving from the fight. Blood streaked my arms and stained my tactical vest---their blood, not mine. The rain had started, but it did nothing to cool the fire in my veins.“Burn it all,” I ordered, voice low and rough, cutting through the roar of the inferno. “Leave nothing but ash. I want the Brillantes name erased from this city by morning.”My captains nodded without question. They knew the stakes. They knew what had been done to Julia’s parents. They knew I would not rest until every last thread of this betrayal was reduced to cinders.That Juno Brillantes was wrong and