Todos los capítulos de His Sinful Empire : Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

“I’m here,” I whispered. “There are a lot of things to say.” His forehead pressed against mine for half a second. Just half. A stolen moment. Then Luca’s voice cut through the space, sharp and urgent. “We move. Now.” “You have no idea what you’re doing.” Santoro’s voice cut through the moment before any of us could take a step. Everything happened too fast after that. Enzo moved in one clean, brutal motion… ripping the gun from Luca’s hand and turning it on Santoro so fast I barely saw it happen. The sound of the gun clicking as it came up echoed in my chest. “I promised you death, didn’t I?” Enzo said. His voice wasn’t loud. That was the terrifying part. “Enzo, no!” I cried, panic clawing up my throat. I grabbed his arm, fingers digging into him. “Please.” “Stay out of this, Nina,” he said without looking at me. “You have no idea what he’s done.” “I do,” I said desperately. “I know enough. Please, let us get out of here first. He’s Gia’s father. Please.”

“Stay with me,” I said again, my voice breaking openly now. “Please. Stay with me.” She didn’t answer. For a split second, the world tilted. That sharp, terrifying silence, the kind of silence that doesn’t just exist in your ears but creeps into your chest and starts crushing things. “Nina,” I said, louder now. “Nina, look at me please.” Nothing. My heart slammed so hard it hurt. “She’s still breathing,” Luca said quickly beside me, his voice tight, controlled in that way that meant he was barely holding it together. “Enzo. She’s still here.” Barely. I lifted my head, swallowing hard, forcing myself to focus. This wasn’t the time to fall apart. Falling apart was a luxury for men who weren’t carrying a bleeding woman in their arms. “Move,” I ordered. The car door was already open. Bruno was on the phone, speaking fast, clipped. “We’re five minutes out. Gunshot wound. Female. Severe blood loss.” He didn’t need to say her name. They should know. The underground

LUCA's POV The house was too quiet when I walked in. Gia was already there. She stood up the second she saw me, phone still in her hand, worry written all over her face like she’d been holding it for hours. “I’ve been trying to reach you,” she said quickly. “Luca… what happened?” I dropped my keys on the table, the sound too loud in the silence. My chest felt tight, like my lungs had forgotten how to work properly. “I’m sorry,” I said. My voice cracked immediately. “Gia, I’m so sorry. I—” The words tangled in my mouth and refused to come out right. I dragged a hand through my hair, pacing once before stopping in front of her. “I don’t even know how to say this.” Her hands came up to my face, warm, groundi

The facility gates were already locked down when I arrived. Security was tight… too tight for a place meant to heal, not cage. That’s when I saw them. Luca was standing a few feet from the gate, hands in his pockets, jaw tight. A lady was beside him, arms crossed, her eyes fixed on the building like she could will Nina awake through concrete walls. “They were not allowed in,” one of the guards said quietly behind me. “I know,” I replied. Luca noticed me first. His body stiffened instantly. Not with fear or anger. Readiness. Like he’d been waiting for this moment without knowing it. I had never seen her before. That was the part that hit me hardest. She didn’t look like Santoro. No sharp arrogance. No calculated stare. She looked… young. Worn. Like someone who’d been holding herself together with willpower alone. “This is Gia,” Luca said, briefly. So this was her. This was the girl Nina had risked everything for. Gia met my eyes. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t

Dear Lovely Readers… This part ends where words fail. Some moments in this story are meant to hurt softly. Nina’s journey is not paused, it’s suspended. And Enzo is standing in the space between guilt, loyalty, and hope, learning that power means nothing when the people you love are fragile. What you’ve just experienced is not a conclusion. It’s a breath held too long. A silence that hasn’t decided what it wants to become yet. And in this world… silence is never safe. It always turns into something. I know Part Two has felt different. More layered. More emotionally charged in a way that doesn’t always give you easy answers or clean resolutions. That’s intentional. Nina is in that space now where she is no longer just surviving what’s happening around her… she’s beginning to exist within it differently. And Enzo, no matter how much control he thinks he holds… he is also learning that control has limits. And that’s where things start to get dangerous. Not because