All Chapters of Enemies At The Altar : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The war began quietly.That was what made it terrifying.Not with explosions.Not with bodies in the streets.Not with gunfire.Those things were obvious.This enemy preferred something worse.Doubt.Three days after the dinner attack, the first reports arrived.Mia was eating breakfast when Luca entered the dining room without knocking.Again.At this point, she suspected he enjoyed it."Bad news?" she asked.Luca didn't even glance at her.I definitely enjoyed it."Warehouse Twelve."Mark looked up from his coffee."What about it?""Shipment never arrived."Mark set his cup down.The small sound echoed through the room."What do you mean never arrived?""The trucks left.""And?""They vanished."Silence.Mia frowned."Vanished?"Luca nodded."Eight trucks.""That's impossible.""Apparently not."Mark stood immediately.The relaxed atmosphere disappeared.Just like that.The businessman was gone.The strategist remained."Drivers?""Missing.""GPS?""Disabled."Mark's expression hard

The next morning, Mia woke up determined to stay angry.It lasted about seven minutes.Specifically, until she walked downstairs and found Mark drinking coffee like he hadn’t just locked her inside a heavily guarded mansion.The audacity was incredible.“What?” he asked without looking up.Mia narrowed her eyes.“I hate that you know when I’m staring at you.”“You’re not subtle.”“I could be.”“No.”She hated that answer too.Mark finished his coffee and stood.“Get dressed.”Mia blinked.“Excuse me?”“Comfortable clothes.”“For what?”Mark grabbed his jacket.“We’re starting.”That caught her attention immediately.“Starting what?”For the first time that morning, a small smile appeared on his face.“Your education.”Twenty minutes later, Mia regretted every life choice that had led her here.“Again.”She glared at him.“No.”“Again.”“No.”“Mia.”“I hate you.”Mark looked entirely unconcerned.“Again.”She lunged, but Mark caught her wrist, spun her around, and somehow she ended up

"You don't learn to like it.""You learn to live with being the one who has to decide."The words stayed with Mia long after they returned to the mansion.She found herself thinking about them the next morning while sitting in the library.For the first time since the war began, she was starting to understand why Mark always looked exhausted when nobody else was watching.Not physically.Mentally.Every choice had consequences.Every decision hurt someone.And somehow he was expected to choose correctly every single time.A knock interrupted her thoughts.Luca entered.Alone.Which immediately made her suspicious.Luca rarely visited without bad news attached."Why do you always look like you're delivering disasters?" she asked."Because I usually am."Fair.He handed her a folder."Mark wants you in the war room."Mia frowned."Why?"Luca's expression darkened."Because they finally stopped being subtle."The war room was already occupied when she arrived.Mark stood near the large d

The photograph changed everything.Not because it proved guilt.Because it created doubt.And doubt was far more dangerous.By midnight, the entire mansion felt different.Conversations stopped when someone entered a room.People watched each other longer than necessary.Every phone call seemed suspicious.Every delayed answer felt intentional.The enemy had done exactly what they wanted.They hadn't attacked the Romano family.They had attacked trust.Mia felt it immediately.Even breakfast the next morning was tense.Nobody joked.Nobody relaxed.Even Luca looked exhausted.Which was saying something.Don Romano sat at the head of the table, silently reading reports.Mark stood by the window.Not sitting.Not eating.Thinking.The mood was heavy enough to suffocate.Finally, Mia broke the silence."So are we going to talk about the fact that everyone suddenly looks like murder suspects?"Luca almost smiled.Almost.Don Romano lowered his papers."The photograph is being verified."M

The words hit the room like a gunshot.Silence followed.Sharp.Dangerous.Every person at the table immediately looked at someone else.Exactly what the enemy wanted.Don Romano stood."Details."The security officer swallowed."We intercepted communications.""From who?""We don't know yet."The answer irritated everyone.Especially Mark.The officer continued quickly."But the signal originated from inside the estate."Murmurs broke out around the table.Accusations followed.Questions.Doubt.The atmosphere became toxic within seconds.Mark slammed his hand against the table.The room instantly fell silent."Enough."His voice was calm.Which made it worse.Nobody spoke.Nobody moved.Mark's gaze swept across the room."If the enemy wanted us fighting each other, congratulations."Silence."They're winning."Nobody argued.Because he was right.Again.A phone suddenly vibrated.Luca checked the screen.His expression darkened immediately."What?"Mark asked.Luca looked up."They