Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE BILLIONAIRES BROKEN HEIRESS: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Day 118 - 11:47 PM, Red Hook Textile FactoryThe warehouse smelled like rust and old blood.I was leaning on Marco's arm, my body screaming with every step. The doctors had said absolutely not. I'd left the hospital anyway, dressed in black tactical gear that barely fit over my bandages, with a small pistol strapped to my thigh that I had no business carrying.Dante had tried to stop me.I'd walked out of the hospital room anyway."Stay behind me," Marco whispered. "If Ghost sees you, if he realizes you're here...""He already knows," Dante said from my other side. His voice was cold. Certain. "That's why he chose this location. He knew we'd come. He knew Aria would come."The warehouse was dark except for a single light hanging from the ceiling.Directly below it stood Ghost.Or what Ghost had become.His left side was still scarred from where I'd shot him months ago. His left eye socket was an empty void beneath the black patch he wore. His right eye tracked Dante with the focused i

Dante pulled the trigger.The gunshot echoed through the warehouse like a period at the end of a sentence.Ghost's body went still.For a moment, no one moved. No one breathed. The sound of the shot hung in the air like a physical presence.Then Dante lowered his weapon and turned to Marco."Call the federal agents," he said calmly. "Tell them Ghost is dead. Tell them he confessed to being the sniper. Tell them the case is closed.""The documentation," Marco said, gesturing to the laptop. "If we call them..""Will do exactly nothing," Dante finished. "Because every file on that laptop has been compromised for the past six weeks."My breath caught."What?" I asked.Dante didn't look at me. He was studying Ghost's body like he was assessing a piece of furniture."The moment Marcus walked into my penthouse seven years ago," Dante said quietly, "I knew what he was. Council operative. Emotionally compromised. Willing to betray his handlers for a child he felt was his."He finally turned to

The safe house was on the outskirts of the city.Remote. Secure. The kind of place that didn't exist on any official records. Dante had moved Luca there within hours of receiving the photograph, pulling him from school, telling him it was a surprise getaway.Luca didn't believe the lie.He knew something was wrong. He could feel it in the tension between his parents, in the way Dante's operatives surrounded us, in the way I couldn't stop checking my phone for messages from a sender I didn't recognize."Mama, why are we here?" Luca asked for the hundredth time."Because Daddy wanted to spend time with you," I said, which was technically true. "Away from the city. Safe.""Safe from what?"I didn't have an answer.My phone rang at 2 AM.Unknown number.I almost didn't answer. But something made me. Some instinct that this was important. That this couldn't wait."Hello?" I whispered, moving into the hallway so Dante wouldn't wake."Aria Moretti." A man's voice. Young, but with an edge of

ISABELLA POVI walked through Vittorio's penthouse naked.Not tentatively. Not apologetically. But like I owned every square inch of it.The morning light hit my skin, and I watched myself in the floor to ceiling windows. My body was thinner than it used to be prison had stripped muscle and softness away but I was still myself. Still beautiful in a way that had nothing to do with weight and everything to do with knowing exactly what I could do with this body. I wondered why Dante never loved ne, why he never chose me over Aria.I'd spent eight months in a cell, wearing identical jumpsuits, my femininity stripped away like everything else. I'd forgotten what it felt like to move through space and have that movement mean something. Have it be noticed.Watched.Desired.Vittorio was watching me from the couch and licking his lips, I didn't care.He didn't say anything. He just watche

The safe house Dante moved us to felt like a prison.Not the federal kind that Isabella had experienced. But a different kind of confinement one built from love and necessity and the understanding that leaving this penthouse meant exposing myself and Luca to people who wanted to destroy us.I was five months pregnant now.My body was changing in ways that made me feel both powerful and vulnerable. My belly was round and obvious. My breasts were swollen. My body was literally preparing to birth life while everything around me was preparing for war.Dante moved around the penthouse in complete operational mode.Security systems. Surveillance feeds. Briefing with Marco. He was a general preparing his troops. He was a god orchestrating the details of survival.And I was his woman pregnant with his child, understanding that I was both his greatest strength and his greatest weakness."The baby's kic