Todos os capítulos de MARKED BY THE WRONG BROTHER: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

Not All Storm…Burns. The rain came harder by the time Eleanor’s cart slipped through the estate gates. Thunder rolled above the city while water streaked violently across the windows, blurring the empty roads ahead of them. Inside nobody spoke for the first several minutes. Bella sat in the backseat beside Aria with her fingers curled tightly around Theo’s silver button. Her thoughts refused to settle. Every single thing felt wrong from the guard hearing them and Andre finding out so quickly, above it all was Lady Eleanor deciding to help them at all…None of it made sense anymore. Up front Eleanor remained calm, staring ahead as the driver maneuvered through the dark streets. “Do you trust this person?” Bella finally asked quietly. Eleanor’s eyes shifted slightly toward the mirror. “Enough.” “That doesn’t sound convincing.” she muttered. “Trust is a dangerous thing in this family,” Eleanor replied. “You give it carefully.” Aria glanced nervously toward the passing streets.

Smoke and Blood II“Move!” Marcus hissed again.Bella climbed the ladder first this time almost slipping halfway as smoke poured thicker into the basement opening.By now the warehouse above had already changed completely. The sharp smell of gasoline burned through the air while gray smoke curled violently across the ceiling beams.Aria came up behind her coughing instantly.“Oh Damn…”Outside somewhere glass shattered followed by shouting voices. Andre’s men were still nearby they could tell. It made the situation more tense.Marcus grabbed Eleanor’s arm roughly. “Back exit…Now.”Flames suddenly burst somewhere near the front wall as the fire spread frighteningly fast.Orange light exploded across the warehouse making the shadows jump wildly around them. Heat slammed into Bella’s face hard enough to sting her eyes.“Run!” Marcus barked.They moved instantly as a beam of wood cracked loudly overhead as they rushed between stacked crates and rusted shelves. Smoke thickened with ever

Prejudice.The basement beneath the estate smelled of damp stone, rust, and old smoke as water dripped somewhere steadily inside the darkness while a single lantern hanging near the wall threw weak light across the room.Marcus sat tied to a wooden chair in the centerBlood already stained the side of his mouth.One of the guards stood nearby breathing heavily from the last punch while another remained by the door waiting silently.Marcus lifted his head slowly as the door opened again. Andre stepped inside and the entire room stiffened immediately.He said nothing at first, his black coat remained soaked from the rain outside while traces of smoke still clung faintly to him… His expression looked calmer now but somehow worse than before.Marcus watched him carefully without speaking but one thing was fact from the way he trembled and it was the fact that he was scared.Andre walked closer. “Untie his mouth.”One guard pulled the cloth away roughly and Marcus spat blood onto the floor

Finding His True RootThe rain had finally stopped by dawn. Only the wet scent of earth remained behind as mist crawled low across the empty roads beyond the estate walls. Morning had arrived quietly but the silence carried no peace with it; there was still the leftover turmoil from the night before. Inside the estate the search had already begun again this time more vigorously.Cars moved through the gates one after another while armed men spread across the city carrying Theo’s photograph.Some headed toward the ports. Others toward the train stations and abandoned districts outside the mainland.Andre's instructions that morning had been clear, he wanted every corner checked.Victor stood near the front steps watching another trio disappear through the gates before turning toward the men behind him.“Search every checkpoint between here and the northern routes,” he ordered. “If Theo left the city, somebody saw him.”“And if they didn’t?” one of them asked carefully.Victor’s face

Bloodline lIFor what felt like eternity. The cabin had gone quiet again. Only the sound of rain striking the roof remained as the fire crackled softly inside the fireplace.Ember moved slowly across the wooden walls while Theo sat near the table, still trying to steady the heartbeats inside his chest.Grandfather?The word still felt strange in his head. Across from him, Elias stared into the fire with heavy eyes, one rough hand resting against the top of his cane. Age had touched him, but Theo could still feel the dangerous presence buried underneath the old man’s calm.There was still a wolf in him…Theo noticed it now, including the way the air itself shifted slightly around Elias whenever silence settled too long.The younger man from outside leaned against the far wall quietly, giving them space, though his sharp eyes occasionally drifted toward Theo with curiosity.Elias finally moved. Slowly, he bent beside an old wooden chest near the fireplace and pulled it open. Dust rose