All Chapters of Before love Lies: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The truth is,” I said, voice low but firm, “if we’re going to understand who the League really is, we have to dig into the past first. Everything we’ve been fighting, all the shadows moving behind the curtains—it didn’t start with us. It’s been decades in the making.” That means we will have to head back to Japan today . I stared out at the city lights streaking past the windshield, my reflection fractured across the glass, and felt the weight of it pressing down. “I still haven’t paid my dues to fix what my father left behind. There are debts, obligations, secrets buried in places no one alive remembers—but they’re ours to uncover.”Jasmine glanced at me, eyebrows slightly raised, but she didn’t interrupt. She knew better than anyone that once I started down this path, I didn’t stop for hesitation or fear. But we need to stop at some point.“But before we can even think about that,” I continued, voice tightening with a mix of determination and fury, “we have to figure out how to und

Jacob closed the door to the boardroom behind us, the soft click echoing through the quiet hallway. The meeting had ended only minutes earlier, but already the air inside Smith Logistics felt different. The old guard was gone. The company no longer belonged to Edward Smith.Now it belonged to Jacob.He loosened his tie as we walked into his private office overlooking the harbor. Cargo ships drifted slowly across the gray water while cranes lifted containers like giant metal hands. For decades those ships had moved quietly under the League’s influence. Now, for the first time, someone inside the system intended to change the direction of that current.Jacob leaned against the edge of his desk and looked at me.“Well,” he said with a faint smile, “now that my father’s out of the way… we can finally get to work.”I nodded once.“Good,” I replied. “Because time isn’t on our side.”Jacob folded his arms, thinking. “The next step is obvious. We start building collaborations—real ones. The o

Questions flooded my mind as the cold mountain wind swept across the rocks around us. My shoulder burned where Star’s blade had cut into me, blood slowly dripping down my arm, but the pain barely registered. My thoughts were racing too fast.I looked up at the man standing beside me.“Mr. Smith,” I said, my voice still shaky, “how did you even find me?”He exhaled slowly, lowering the pistol and sliding it back into his coat.“I followed Star,” he replied.I blinked.“You… followed her?”He nodded once.“Whenever the League’s top assassin enters a country, there’s always a reason,” he said calmly. “They don’t move someone like her without purpose.”He glanced down briefly at Star’s lifeless body lying in the long tall grass .“So I decided to find out why she came.”The wind picked up slightly, carrying dust across the ground between us.Mr. Smith folded his arms, his face growing serious.“We’re going to have problems now, John.”I frowned.“What kind of problems?”He looked back at

I sat quietly in the dim room, the glow of the television reflecting off the metal cabinets and medical equipment around us. Charles Rothschild’s interview was still replaying across multiple news networks.Every word he said was carefully calculated.Every smile rehearsed.Every lie delivered with absolute confidence.Mr. Smith stood behind me with his arms folded, watching the broadcast.Charles’s face filled the screen again as reporters replayed his statement denying the existence of the League.“Just people building successful businesses,” he had said.I couldn’t help it.I started smiling.Mr. Smith noticed immediately.“What’s so funny?” he asked.I leaned back in the chair slightly.“He just gave us exactly what we needed.”Mr. Smith frowned.“How?”I tapped my finger lightly against the armrest.“Sam.”The AI answered instantly through my earpiece.“Yes, Master John.”“Were you recording that entire broadcast?”“Yes.”“Good.”I glanced up at the screen where Charles’s face wa

Shawn McCart’s death was quick.But it was far from painless.Blood soaked the polished wooden floor of his ocean-view office as his body slumped forward over the desk. The waves outside continued crashing against the rocks below, indifferent to the violent end of one of the most powerful men in the world.Singer Gibbs wiped the blade clean with a small cloth.Professional.Precise.He glanced around the room once more, making sure nothing had been disturbed. No fingerprints. No stray fibers. No cameras that could place him there.Just another silent execution.Within seconds he slipped out of the office, disappearing into the hallway like a ghost.By the time security arrived later that evening, the killer was already miles away.⸻The news spread like wildfire.Inside Shawn’s penthouse office, the door burst open as his son Tyler McCart rushed inside.“Father?” he called out.Then he saw the body.His voice broke into a scream.“NO!”Tyler collapsed beside the desk, grabbing his fat