All Chapters of BLOOD TIE AND BROKEN VOWS : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

The city below was quiet, but Damian never trusted quiet. He prowled the penthouse balcony like a predator pacing his territory, rain-slicked hair plastered to his forehead. The storm had passed, leaving streets that gleamed under the weak moonlight, reflecting the chaos smoldering beneath the surface.His eyes narrowed at every shadow, every flicker of movement. One wrong step, one miscalculation, and the Phantom could strike again. And this time… he wouldn’t be so lenient.“You’re awake early,” Adriana’s voice called from behind him.He didn’t turn. Her presence was comforting and distracting all at once. She approached silently, her coat brushing the floor, eyes sharp and calculating.“They’re making a mistake,” Damian said flatly. “Thinking they can steal our empire and disappear. They don’t understand the Wolf hunts.”The term wasn’t just a metaphor. Damian had spent his life stalking rivals, reading their patterns, predicting their moves before they knew they were making them. N

The night air was thick with smoke and tension as Adriana paced the strategy room, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. Outside, the city lights flickered like dying stars, mirroring the unease that had settled over the Moretti estate.Damian leaned against the large wooden table, fingers drumming impatiently. His eyes, usually so sharp and commanding, were shadowed with worry. This was not just another attack—it was personal, and it was coming from everywhere at once.“They’ve moved,” Adriana said, her voice tight. “I’ve intercepted messages… the Phantom is coordinating with remnants of Isabella’s faction. They’re hitting multiple targets simultaneously—safehouses, allies, financial assets. And…” She swallowed hard. “They’ve planted evidence to make it look like we are betraying each other.”Damian’s jaw clenched. “So this is their ultimate play. Divide us. Make us question everything we’ve fought for. Make us tear each other apart.”“Exactly,” Adriana whispered. Her

The city’s skyline burned gold under the rising sun, but inside the Moretti estate, shadows lingered, thick and suffocating. News of Alessandro’s survival had already rippled through every corner of the underworld, and whispers of fear, curiosity, and power-hungry ambition filled the halls like a gathering storm.But the most dangerous storm was yet to arrive.“She’s back,” Adriana whispered, eyes narrowing as she read the encrypted message delivered by a loyal informant.Damian’s head lifted from the map-strewn table, expression sharpening. “Who?”“Isabella,” Adriana said, voice tight. “She’s returned. After months in exile, she’s back in the city. And she’s not alone.”The message detailed her movements: a convoy crossing the east bridge under heavy escort, her lieutenants coordinating with rogue factions, her influence spreading like wildfire through the criminal networks she had left dormant.“She knows the empire is vulnerable,” Damian said, running a hand through his hair. “Afte

The warehouse was silent, the kind of silence that pressed against the skin and rattled the nerves. Smoke still lingered in the corners, curling around broken machinery and shattered crates, as if the building itself remembered the chaos from the previous night.Damian and Adriana moved cautiously, every step measured, every breath controlled. This was no longer a simple hunt; it was a confrontation long delayed. Whoever the Phantom truly was, they had outmaneuvered allies and enemies alike. Until now.“We know they’re here,” Damian whispered, hand resting on his gun. “The entire city has been a stage, and we’ve just been the performers.”Adriana’s eyes narrowed. “And tonight, the mask comes off.”A faint click echoed through the warehouse. Damian and Adriana froze. From the shadows, a figure emerged—tall, imposing, movements deliberate and measured. The silhouette was familiar in shape, yet unfamiliar in demeanor.“Welcome,” the figure said, voice calm but carrying a weight that made

The city pulsed with tension, its streets quieter than usual, as if holding its breath for the storm about to descend. Damian and Adriana moved through the alleys like shadows, their senses alert, muscles coiled for action. This was no longer a skirmish—it was the final hunt, the culmination of months of deception, betrayal, and bloodshed.“She knows we’re coming,” Damian muttered, eyes scanning rooftops and fire escapes. “Isabella has planned every step… every trap.”“Then we don’t follow her steps,” Adriana said, voice low and dangerous. “We make her follow ours.”Her words carried the weight of experience, strategy, and raw determination. Damian’s gaze softened briefly as he looked at her, the chaos around them fading for a heartbeat. Then the hunt began.Intelligence reports had placed Isabella in a fortified mansion on the outskirts of the city—a place surrounded by loyalists, traps, and well-hidden ambush points. The Moretti heirs moved as one, blending stealth, strategy, and ra