Semua Bab 7 Nights With My Step Brother's Rival : Bab 71 - Bab 80

Dawn crept slowly over the Albanian mountains.Cold light spilled across the jagged ridges. Thin mist clung to the valleys like smoke that refused to leave.Dante crouched behind a line of rocks halfway up the slope.Below them, Viktor Kozlov’s compound sat carved into the mountainside. Old stone. Thick walls. Built to survive a siege.And today, it would get one.Twenty one operators spread across the hills. Three teams. Moving like shadows through the gray morning.No one talked.Boots barely touched the gravel.Safety switches clicked quietly.In Dante’s ear, Franz’s voice finally broke the silence.“Team Alpha in position. North side.”A second later Catarina came through.“Bravo ready. South exit covered.”Dante kept his eyes on the compound.The main gate sat directly below him. Steel reinforced. Guard tower to the left.Two men smoking outside.Relaxed.They had no idea what was about to happen.Dante spoke calmly into the mic.“Charlie in position. Front entrance.”A pause.Ev

The plane could not land fast enough.Eight hours from Albania to the Azores felt like eight years. Dante spent every minute staring at his phone, calling Sienna again and again.Straight to voicemail.Every time.His chest tightened each time the call failed. His mind filled in the silence with images he could not stop.Blood on the farmhouse floor.Leo crying.Elena screaming.By the time the plane touched the runway, Dante was already on his feet.The wheels had barely stopped moving before he pushed past the others and ran down the steps.A black car waited on the tarmac.He climbed in without a word.“Farmhouse,” he told the driver.The engine roared to life.They sped through narrow island roads while Dante stared out the window, his jaw tight enough to ache.His sanctuary.The one place he believed no one could touch his family.As the car crested the final hill, the farmhouse came into view.Dante’s stomach dropped.Police lights flashed across the field like a storm of blue f

Sienna’s hands trembled as she unfolded the pages.The paper felt heavier than it should have. Not because of weight, but because of what it carried.Arthur Blackwood’s handwriting stared back at her. Uneven. Slightly shaky near the end. Like the man who wrote it had been breaking down, one line at a time.Dante sat close beside her. Quiet. Watching. Waiting.Sienna swallowed and began to read.“Sienna and Dante,” she said.“If you’re reading this, I’m dead.”She paused, the words sinking in before she continued.“Good. I deserve to be.”Her voice softened.“For what I did. For what I became. For the lives I destroyed.”Sienna’s chest tightened. “He’s confessing right from the start.”Dante didn’t answer. But he leaned in slightly, his eyes locked on the page.“I know you both hate me. You should.”Sienna felt her fingers stiffen around the letter.“I was a terrible father, Sienna. Absent. Cold. More concerned with money and power than with the daughter who needed me.”Her throat tigh

Dante couldn’t breathe.The name sat in his chest like a weight.Gregory.His uncle.His father’s brother.The man who had hugged him at the funeral.Who had stood beside him when everything fell apart.Who had told him to be strong.Who had promised to help hold the family together.All of it. A lie.Dante’s fingers curled slowly into a fist.“You’re sure?” His voice came out rough. Strained. “Absolutely sure it was Gregory?”Marcus didn’t hesitate.“I traced the money. Three accounts. All connected back to him.”Sienna stepped closer, her voice careful. “Proof?”“Yes. Bank records. Phone logs. Transfers. Everything lines up.”Silence followed that.Heavy. Uncomfortable.Dante felt something inside him shift.Not anger.Not yet.Something colder.“Why?” Sienna asked quietly. “Why would he do that to his own brother?”Marcus leaned back in his chair, tired in a way that had nothing to do with age.“Jealousy. Resentment. Greed.”Dante’s voice cut in. “Explain.”Marcus nodded slowly.“Y

“Pregnant?”Dante said the word like it didn’t fully belong to him.Like it might disappear if he didn’t hold onto it carefully.Sienna watched his face closely, her hands resting over her stomach.“Yes,” she said softly.Then, after a pause, “I’m eight weeks.”Dante blinked.Once.Twice.Then the words hit him.Another baby.Another life.His chest lifted sharply as if he’d just remembered how to breathe.“Are you serious?” His voice cracked, but there was a smile forming now. “Really?”Sienna gave a small nod.“Three tests. Doctor confirmed yesterday.”Dante stepped forward.Slow.Careful.Like she might vanish if he moved too fast.Then he pulled her into his arms.Held her tightly.Not too tight.Just enough to feel real.“We’re having another baby,” he said under his breath.Sienna let out a soft laugh.“Are you happy?”He pulled back just enough to look at her.His eyes were bright.Alive.“Happy?” He shook his head. “Sienna, this is everything.”His hand rested on her cheek.“I