บททั้งหมดของ BLOOD AND PETALS: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 99

The factory was finally quiet.Not peaceful.Just… quiet after chaos.Smoke drifted slowly through the broken windows while the surviving guards moved around checking bodies and securing the building.Marco kicked one of Daniel’s dropped weapons aside.“Damn mess,” he muttered.Luca walked past him, scanning the room.“Count the survivors.”Marco nodded and started shouting orders to the remaining guards.But Elena hadn’t moved.She was still staring at the dark hallway where the mystery shooter had disappeared.Her mind refused to settle.Marco noticed.“You okay?”She didn’t answer right away.“Did you see him?” she asked finally.Marco shrugged.“Tall guy. Good aim. Disappeared like smoke.”“That’s all?”“Pretty much.”Elena frowned.“That doesn’t bother you?”Marco laughed dryly.“It does. But right now I'm more concerned about the psycho bleeding on the floor.”He pointed.Daniel.Luca had dragged him to a chair and tied his hands behind his back.Daniel’s shoulder was soaked wit

The Volkov mansion had not slept in two days.Guards rotated constantly. Cars came and went through the gates. Phones rang endlessly as reports arrived from every territory.The empire was stabilizing.Slowly.Painfully.But Elena was still sitting in Adrian’s office when Marco burst through the door.His face alone told her something was wrong.“Daniel escaped.”Elena’s chair scraped against the floor as she stood.“What?”Marco threw a folder on the desk.“The basement guards are in the hospital.”Luca entered behind him.“He didn’t do it alone.”Elena’s eyes hardened.“Who helped him?”“We’re still figuring that out,” Luca said. “But whoever it was knew the security system.”Marco added bitterly, “Which means someone inside the family helped him.”Elena exhaled slowly.Of course.There were always more traitors.“Where is he now?” she asked.Marco shook his head.“Gone.”But before anyone could say more, Elena’s phone rang.Unknown number.The room went quiet.Marco muttered, “Don’

The shipyard had gone quiet again. The wind moved across the empty docks, carrying the distant sound of waves against rusted metal. Daniel’s laughter slowly faded into weak coughing as blood continued to drip from his wounded arm. But Elena wasn’t looking at him anymore. She was looking at Adrian. Standing there. Alive. After two years. Mateo still clung to her, but her arms had loosened around him without her realizing it. Her eyes were fixed on the man she had buried in her heart. “You’re alive,” she said again, her voice shaking. Adrian didn’t move. “I am.” The calm in his voice made something inside her snap. Before anyone could react, Elena shoved Mateo gently toward Adrian. “Hold him.” Adrian caught the boy instinctively. Mateo wrapped his arms around his father happily, still unaware of the storm building between his parents. But Elena was already walking toward Adrian. Her breathing was uneven now. “You’re alive,” she repeated, louder this time. “Yes.” “Y

The Rossi headquarters had never been this full. Cars lined the entire courtyard. Inside the grand hall, every captain, lieutenant, and regional head of the empire stood around the long marble table. No one spoke. Because the rumors were true. Adrian Volkov was alive. And he had called them all here. Men who had once sworn loyalty. Men who had watched Elena struggle for two years. Men who had done nothing. Some looked nervous. Some avoided eye contact. Some tried to look confident. But all of them were waiting. Marco leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. “Look at them,” he muttered to Luca. Luca smirked. “They look like students waiting for punishment.” Marco shrugged. “They should be.” The large doors opened. Everyone turned immediately. Elena walked in first. The room straightened instantly. Two years had changed the way they looked at her. Not as Adrian’s woman. But as their leader. She walked to the head of the table calmly. Then stopped. A s

The sun had just risen over the Rossi estate, casting a golden glow across the sprawling gardens. Birds chirped lazily, and the faint hum of the city below was almost peaceful.Inside the main villa, Mateo sat on the floor with building blocks, trying to stack them as high as he could. “Higher! Higher!” he demanded, eyes sparkling.Elena laughed softly, kneeling beside him. “Careful, baby. Don’t knock it over before it’s finished.”“I won’t, Mommy!” Mateo insisted, puffing out his little chest.Adrian entered quietly, holding a cup of coffee. He watched them for a moment, a faint smile tugging at his lips. Then he stepped closer, leaning down to ruffle Mateo’s hair.“Let me help you, little man,” he said.Mateo squealed, giggling. “Daddy!” and crawled into his arms, nearly knocking over a half-built tower.Elena watched them, feeling warmth wash over her. Two years had changed everything. Not just the empire, but them her, Adrian, Mateo. They had survived betrayal, wars, near death ex