Todos os capítulos de DARK BOND : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The night in Monte Carlo wasn't just dark. It was expensive.The Carlo Manco Casino looked like a golden palace right in the middle of the city. Outside, the street was blocked by Ferraris and Lamborghinis. Inside, the place smelled like old money and expensive champagne. And greed.Downstairs, rich people were losing millions in seconds at the roulette tables. The sound of chips clinking and jazz music was everywhere.But upstairs on the top floor? Dead silent.THE VIP LOUNGEThis was the restricted zone. No one came here without permission. And the ones who did enter? They usually didn't leave easily.Lorenzo Moretti sat on a huge leather chair like a King on his throne. He swirled a glass of red wine. Stared at it blankly. He was bored. Deadly bored.Across the long table, his younger brother Matteo was busy throwing peanuts into his mouth. Trying to catch them."Missed again!" Matteo groaned. He leaned back and grinned at Lorenzo. "You know, Big Brother, I thought you were stayi

MORNING AT VOLKOV MANSIONMorning sun hit the high windows. Dining table was chaos. As usual.Everyone eating breakfast. Footsteps echoed down the stairs. Kyrian Volkov walked down. Simple black clothes but expensive. Humming a soft tune. He grabbed his car keys. Tried to sneak out."Kyrian."He froze.Aria Volkov raised an eyebrow. Serious face. "Where do you think you're going without breakfast?"Kyrian turned around. Nervous smile. "Uh, Mom... I have a shoot. Getting late. I'll eat there.""No need," Aria said firm. "I know exactly how you eat later. Breakfast first. Then leave.""Mom, but—"Aria didn't speak. Just glared at Kirill. Kirill sensed the danger. Cleared his throat. Looked at his son strict."You aren't a kid, Kyrian. Do as your mother says."Defeated. Kyrian sulked. Flopped onto his chair. Servant served him fast.Ivan smirked. Enjoying the show. "Wasn't today your day off?""Yeah," Kyrian mumbled. Eating his fruit aggressively. "But that bloody director needs a photo

THE SILENCEThe room was deadly silent."You... you stink."Ivan froze. Dante choked on a cough.Lorenzo Moretti—the Enigma, the Don of Monaco—just stared.He didn't get angry.Instead, a slow, dark smirk curled up the corner of his lips."Stink?" Lorenzo repeated, his voice dropping to a low, vibrating purr. "That is a first.""He is delirious!" Ivan interjected quickly. "The medicine... it makes him talk nonsense. Please ignore him.""Oh, I think he knows exactly who I am," Lorenzo murmured.He moved closer to the bed, invading Kyrian's personal space."Do I really stink, Little Volkov?"Kyrian frowned, his nose scrunching up in disgust."Ugh... why can't you just leave? You ugly Alpha."Ivan’s jaw dropped. Ugly?Lorenzo let out a dark chuckle."Can't even open your eyes properly, yet you have the audacity to call me ugly?"Lorenzo grabbed Kyrian’s wrist to check his pulse. The touch was firm and electric."S...Stay away..." Kyrian stammered, squeezing his eyes shut. "I... I will ki

"Hyung! You should have told me before coming here! I would have come to the airport!" Kyrian whined, pulling back from the hug but keeping his hands on the man's shoulders.Sergey, standing awkwardly to the side, cleared his throat loudly. He nudged Kyrian’s arm."Hey... who is this 'Hyung'?"Kyrian blinked, realizing he hadn't introduced them."Oh! Sergey, this is Kim Seo-joon,"Kyrian said, beaming. "But I call him Joon-Hyung. He was the one I stayed with in Korea while Dad was doing business there. He basically raised me for two years."He turned to Seo-joon. "Hyung, means 'Big Brother' in Korean.And Hyung, this is Sergey, my best friend."Seo-joon adjusted his rimless glasses, a polite, charming smile playing on his lips. He looked every bit the powerful CEO—sharp grey suit, perfectly styled hair, and an aura of calm authority."Nice to meet you, Sergey," Seo-joon said, his voice smooth. Then he looked at Kyrian teasingly."Is he the one you were cursing to a few minutes ago?"

THE CAR RIDE The leather seats of the limousine were cold against Kyrian's burning skin. He sat pressed against the window, arms crossed, jaw clenched so tight it ached. His heart was still pounding—not from fear, but from pure, unfiltered rage. Seo-joon sat across from him, silent. He hadn't said a word since they'd left the casino. He just watched Kyrian with those sharp, calculating eyes. Finally, Kyrian couldn't take it anymore. "Say it," Kyrian snapped, glaring at him. "I know you want to lecture me." Seo-joon sighed, removing his glasses to clean them with his handkerchief. A nervous habit. "Do you have any idea what you just did, Rian?" "I defended myself," Kyrian shot back immediately. "That bastard grabbed me first. What was I supposed to do? Thank him?" "You threw alcohol on Lorenzo Moretti's face," Seo-joon said slowly, emphasizing each word. "In front of half of Monaco's elite. In his own casino." "Good," Kyrian spat. "Maybe next time he'll think twice before pu