Todos los capítulos de The Surgeon's Debt : Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

Chapter 141: DeceptionsClara The heavy satin and silk of the bridal gown brushed softly against my skin as I stood in front of the massive three-panel mirror in the estate’s private fitting suite.The master bridal designer, Vivienne, knelt on the polished wood floor with a mouthful of pins, gently adjusting the bodice while her assistant hovered nearby with a measuring tape."Magnificent," Vivienne murmured, standing up and brushing off her knees with an approving smile. "The neckline is breathtaking, Dr. Evans—or I should say, future Mrs. Moretti. The way the lace drapes over the collarbone... it was practically made for you.""Thank you, Vivienne," I smiled softly, looking at my reflection.From the velvet armchair across the room, Dante watched me. He was dressed in a crisp black button-down with the sleeves rolled to his forearms, his golden eyes unblinking, tracking every breath I took. The sight of him made a warm, secure flutter bloom in my chest."Is the structural lining se

Chapter 142: Blood on the HorizonClaraThe heavy grandfather clock in the grand hallway chimed eleven times. Each slow, metallic strike echoed through the silent estate like a steady, ominous pulse.I paced back and forth near the marble staircase, my hands clasped tightly over my lower abdomen. Beside the glass doors, Leo stood silently, his arms folded tight across his tuned frame, his eyes scanning the pitch-black driveway outside. Marco sat at the command console near the foyer, his fingers humming across encrypted frequency lines."Clara, sit down," Leo said softly, his voice thick with brotherly concern. "You've been pacing for an hour. You need to rest.""I can't, Leo," I whispered, shaking my head as a cold knot tightened in my chest. "Dante said he’d be back before midnight, but he’s not answering Marco's secure line.""Boss was escorting Miranda to Warehouse 4, Clara," Marco added calmly from the desk, though his brow was deeply furrowed as he re-scanned the radar lines. "Al

Chapter 145: Vows in Crimson and SilkClara The heavy velvet curtains parted completely, exposing the blinding, sun-drenched cliffside terrace.The roar of the ocean crashing against the rocks below melded with the sweeping, triumphant chords of the string quartet. Over two hundred guests—a sharp mix of high-society dignitaries, politicians, foreign diplomats, and hardened syndicate bosses in tailored suits—stood up in unison. Flashbulbs from the designated media balcony flickered softly through the glass partitions, but every noise in the world faded into a quiet, distant hum the moment my eyes found Dante.He stood at the end of the long white aisle under a towering arch of ivory roses and eucalyptus.Dressed in a bespoke black tux, his broad shoulders squared and his dark hair neatly styled, he looked utterly magnificent. The bloody, exhausted rage from last night was completely gone, replaced by a raw, breathless devotion that burned brightly in his golden eyes."Take a breath,"

Chapter 147: The Price of BloodDante The heavy oak doors of the main reception hall thudded shut behind me as I stepped into the grand marble corridor. Out on the floor, over two hundred high-society dignitaries and syndicate leaders were laughing, sipping champagne, completely oblivious to the war breathing right outside their velvet curtains.My jaw was set tight. My golden eyes scanned the quiet hallway. Something felt wrong. The air was too heavy, the silence too absolute.Suddenly, my secure earpiece crackled with violent static, followed by a hoarse, ragged gasp."Boss..." Alex’s voice choked out through the comms, heavy and laced with pain. "West wing... upper floor... unknown hostiles inside the perimeter... They bypassed the secondary grid..."My blood turned to ice in a fraction of a second."Alex, report!" I barked into the mic, my fingers tightening around my sidearm. "Where is Clara?!""I... I tried to block the corridor, Boss, but two men came up the service stairs... T

Chapter 149: Whispers in the DarkClara I sat slumped against the cold concrete pillar, my knees drawn up to my chest. The sharp sting of Daniel Costa’s slap still burned fiercely across my cheek, and the metallic taste of blood coated my tongue. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the heavy, crushing ache inside my chest.I lowered my chin, pressing my forehead gently against my knees, and rested my trembling hands over my stomach."Hey, little one," I whispered into the quiet dark, my voice cracking with a quiet, heartbreaking sob. "Can you hear Mommy? I'm so sorry... I'm so, so sorry you have to be in a place like this. Please... just hold on. Please stay safe."Slowly, I lifted my left hand, catching the faint, dirty sliver of moonlight streaming through the high barred window.The platinum wedding band glinted softly against my finger, alongside the stunning yellow-canary diamond necklace resting over my heart. My mind drifted back to just hours ago—the radiant sunshin