Todos los capítulos de The Dark Swan 18+: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

AureliaI was on my knees, clinging to the cold ceramic edge of the toilet bowl, throwing up every single bite of my breakfast.Beside me, my mother was screaming, genuinely panicking as she hovered over me. Across the suite, Amelia’s frantic cries echoed off the walls as she yelled at the guards to get up here and help.I didn't know if God was actually helping me right now, but I felt genuinely, terribly sick.Another violent wave of nausea hit me, and I threw up again just as the heavy, frantic footsteps of the bodyguards swarmed into the penthouse bathroom.Through the haze of my blurred vision, I could hear Amelia screaming at Jean, demanding he take me to the emergency room immediately. Jean’s voice was stammering, panic lacing his usual stoic tone as he pulled out his phone to call Lucien.He didn't pick up. Naturally.These days, Lucien was too wrapped up in high-stakes meetings to answer routine phone calls. He was completely out of reach.I gagged again, the strength draini

LucienDrinks, drinks, and more drinks. I just let them come, drowning myself in this forced euphoria while Gianna giggled beside me. Her voice, sharp and high-pitched in my ears as she toasted to my name, and her cloying perfume clung to my skin like a disease. It felt entirely wrong.It wasn’t her smell—not the familiar jasmine and vanilla scent that used to linger around my sheets. Soft, sweet, and wrapping around my heart with a warmth I had spent months trying to fight.“Cheers!!” The crystal glasses clinked in the air. Guests around us were snorting white powder off the glass table, completely intoxicated by the celebratory vibes for the merging of the Thorne and Lucchese empires.And yet, my mind couldn’t stop revolving around her.Where is she right now?Which corner of the world did she run to?Did she think of me even for a second?Didn’t she love me?Even without her saying it, I had seen it in her eyes. She was too pure for the filthy world I inhabited, I knew that.An

Lucien“I don’t give a damn about the logistical nightmare, Dante! Put more men on the ground!”My voice shattered the stillness of the executive office, echoing off the floor-to-ceiling glass that overlooked the shimmering neon strip of Las Vegas."Lucien, listen to me—screaming at me isn't going to magically generate a paper trail," Dante’s voice came through the speakerphone, heavy with exhaustion and quiet restraint."It’s been three weeks. We have deployed over two hundred contract hunters across four rural provinces in China. We are sweeping train stations, remote bus terminals, local clinics, even small-town markets. She isn't using a phone. She isn't using a bank card. She is off the grid.""Then sweep harder!" I roared, my hand slamming down onto the heavy mahogany desk, sending papers and a crystal paperweight sliding across the polished surface."She is traveling with a child and a sick woman! They have to eat! They have to sleep somewhere! They cannot just evaporate into t

Aurelia"I... I need some time to think about this," I whispered, the words scraping painfully against my throat as I forced myself to stand up. "Can you watch the shop and keep an eye on Luke for a little while? I still need to pick up the ribbons from the market."My mother looked up, wiping a stray tear from her cheek with the back of her hand. She nodded softly, understanding the weight pressing down on my shoulders. "Of course, dear. Take all the time you need."I grabbed my small canvas bag, kissed Luke on the crown of his head, and stepped out into the bright morning sun.The cobblestone paths of the market were bustling with life—vendors calling out prices for fresh produce, the aroma of fried dough and roasted tea leaves mingling in the air, and children running through the alleys. It was a world so starkly different from the glitz, blood, and quiet violence of Las Vegas. For five years, this peaceful village had been my sanctuary, making my past feel like a distant, bad

LucienIt started out as just another regular morning.The dark roast coffee on my mahogany desk was steaming, casting faint trails of heat into the cool air of my top-floor penthouse office. On the screen of my laptop, the schedule for the day was neatly mapped out—a lineup of quarterly reviews, territorial tax allocations, and high-level syndicate meetings.Another boring day.I leaned back, resting a thumb against my jaw as I skimmed through the incoming reports. The empire was thriving. Across both Las Vegas and Chicago, the numbers were staggering. Five years after I dismantled the old hierarchy, the new Capos had fallen completely into line. The money flowed continuously, smoothly, and without a single hitch.It didn't excite me anymore. None of it did.Taking a slow sip of the bitter black coffee, I turned my chair toward the floor-to-ceiling glass windows overlooking the skyline. I caught myself wondering if today would bring anything to break the monotony. It had been fa