บททั้งหมดของ BLOOD TIE AND BROKEN VOWS : บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

The city smelled of gunpowder and rain.Morning light crept over the shattered skyline, revealing a landscape that looked more like the ruins of an empire than the beating heart of a mafia dynasty. Smoke curled from the remains of burnt-out cars. Once-glittering marble facades were cracked and blackened, bullet holes riddled the walls like pox marks. Sirens wailed distantly, their echoes mingling with the cries of the wounded and the weary.Damian Moretti stood on the balcony of the Moretti estate, overlooking the city he had fought to control. His black suit was still stained with blood from the final battle. Some of it wasn’t his. His hands rested heavily on the iron railing, knuckles white. Below him, soldiers moved like ants, sweeping through the streets, confiscating weapons, dragging out stragglers who hadn’t yet accepted the new order.The wolf had won. But victory felt like ash in his mouth.Behind him, the double doors creaked open. Adriana Rossi stepped out, her hair loose f

The night after the candle incident, the Moretti estate buzzed beneath the surface with whispers. Guards doubled their patrols, servants moved in hushed tones, and Adriana noticed every gaze lingering too long, every door closing just as she approached. It wasn’t fear of Damian that filled the halls anymore—it was uncertainty.The war had killed many, but it hadn’t killed ambition.Damian stood at the head of the long dining hall, not for a meal, but for a summons. Every surviving captain, ally, and neutral power broker was there. The once-opulent room still bore scars: bullet holes along the woodwork, scorch marks on the floor, and a chandelier missing half its crystals. It was no longer just a family home. It was a war council chamber.Adriana took her place at Damian’s right. She could feel the tension humming like a live wire. Many of the faces staring back at them were sons, daughters, cousins — heirs of men and women who had died during Isabella’s rebellion or Damian’s retaliati

The night stretched long and heavy, the storm outside echoing the quiet war brewing inside the Moretti estate. Damian’s office was dimly lit, shadows pooling in the corners like silent sentinels. Adriana stood near the fireplace, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as Damian paced back and forth like a caged wolf.“You’re shutting me out again,” Adriana said finally, her voice cutting through the silence. “Every time something happens, you retreat into this room and push me away.”Damian paused, his back to her, hands braced against the edge of his desk.“Because this isn’t a game, Adriana. The council… the heirs… they’re not loyal. They’re waiting for me to slip. And if I do, if we make one wrong move—everything collapses.”“We, Damian,” she shot back. “You keep saying I, me, my burden. But you forget—I’m in this with you. I’ve bled for this family just as much as you have.”He turned to face her, his eyes sharp and tired all at once.“And that’s exactly why I don’t want you caug

The bells tolled across the city.One… two… three—Each deep, mournful strike echoed off marble walls and cobblestone streets, carried by the cold October wind. Flags flew at half-mast. Black ribbons hung from iron gates and lampposts. Shops shuttered early. Even the street vendors spoke in hushed tones.The funeral of Don Alessandro Moretti, Damian’s uncle and one of the old guard who had fallen during Isabella’s final war, had drawn out not just the underworld elite but politicians, clergy, and foreign allies. It wasn’t just a burial.It was a performance.A statement.A reminder that the Moretti name still commanded reverence — and fear.Damian stood at the front of the cathedral, dressed in a black tailored suit that matched the storm still raging inside him. Adriana stood just a few steps behind, wearing a black lace veil over her hair, her sharp eyes scanning every face in the crowd.The casket, draped in the family crest — a wolf’s head entwined with a laurel crown — lay on the

The fire in the east wing burned long into the dawn.Even after the flames were extinguished, smoke clung to the air like a ghost, seeping into every hallway, every crevice of the Moretti estate. It wasn’t just the smell of ash that lingered—it was the stench of betrayal.Damian stood at the heart of the ruined archive room, surrounded by blackened steel and broken glass. The walls were scorched, the biometric vault door twisted open like a peeled can. The flash drives and files that once held decades of the Moretti family’s power were now gone—or worse, stolen.“They knew exactly what to take,” Lorenzo muttered, his face smeared with soot. “Not random. Precise. Surgical.”Damian’s eyes narrowed on the empty shelf where the ARES drive had been. His jaw locked so tight that the muscle in his cheek twitched.ARES wasn’t just data. It was their crown—a complete archive of operations, blood alliances, financial networks, and blackmail dossiers that kept enemies under control. With it, any