All Chapters of The Devil's Bride : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Even though his knees felt weak and his palms were sweating profusely but he forced himself to remain composed, and after all the panic would only make things worse.“Sir are you okay?” Diego finally asked after a while in silence as he fixed his gaze on Francesco who clearly was not in his right frame of mind.On the side Francesco remained quiet as the dream replayed itself again.The figure. The voice. The words. Karma. The strange certainty in the creature's eyes.“This is the second time I am having a nightmare about this strange figure with my face, what's going on?” Francesco asked himself in his head as he remembered the dream he had some minutes again and without even realizing himself he jerked unconsciously.A chill travelled down his spine “something about the dream feels different” Francesco said to himself “this time it did not feel like imagination, no it felt real, far too real like it was happening right now”As Francesco thought about it, he felt a slight pain pass t

“Ohh that is great, at least you are safe now I am sure” Mr Pietro said with a smile and for the first time since receiving the call, he felt his shoulders relaxz the nightmare scenario that had haunted the estate for days was suddenly gone because now he has confirmed that Francesco was alive and that changed everything.“Well, yes I am Pietro thanks for asking” Francesco replied as a faint smile appeared on his face as well.“Now that you are safe where are you currently and what is your next move now that the enemies are aware you are alive and have them locked on?” Mr Pietro asked.“I'm still in town but in a ship, I'm off to the black mercenaries organization head quarters. We have some unfinished business to settle with them” Francesco said.“Ohhh really I hope you are with the men there?” Mr Pietro said with concern in his voice, the concern was genuine and Francesco could hear and feel it clearly.Mr Pietro was not merely asking out of curiosity, there was a weight behind his

If his enemies thought he was gone, they would become careless and careless enemies were easier to defeat.“I will keep contacting you, but there shall be no more calls but instead I will be sending you encrypted messages to avoid detections across communications, is that clear?” Francesco said.The decision came naturally.m, too many things had already gone wrong and so, trusting normal communication methods no longer felt wise.Someone was listening.Someone was watching.Someone was manipulating information, and until he discovered who, caution would become necessary.“Sure yes sir, I clearly hear and understand everything you have spoken clearly” Mr Pietro replied.Francesco nodded quietly, at least that problem was solved, for now but at that moment Mr Pietro suddenly remembered something “ohh yes but sir why exactly did you call? I feel like there is something else you wanted to speak to me about in place of the topic we lost ourselves in”“Well yes Mr Pietro, there is really so

How do I even do that, where do I start from, how can I even discover who I am…how can I get solutions all these things are just confusing me the more when I think about them” these and many more are the thoughts fighting for a place in Francesco's head as he remembers the call he had with Mr Pietro few minutes back.The questions continued to collide against one another inside his mind like powerful waves crashing against sharp rocks.No matter how much he tried to organize them, they refused to settle.Each answer seemed to create ten new questions.Each clue seemed to create an even larger mystery.For someone like Francesco who prided himself on understanding situations quickly and seeing solutions before others could even identify the problem, this feeling was uncomfortable.Yet at the same time they sounded frustratingly vague because tell me, what exactly was he supposed to do with advice like that?How was he meant to fight an enemy he could not even identify? How was he suppo

“Alright bring him forward” Francesco said.Immediately Diego stepped aside while the men brought Sergie forward pressing him down to his knees, the prisoner stumbled slightly before being forced downward.His knees struck the floor hard and instantly pain flashed across his face but yet he remained silent, his experience had taught him that complaining usually made situations worse.After a long while in silence as Francesco observed everything he finally broke the silence.“What's the status?” Francesco asked while hus gaze never left Sergei and yet everyone understood he was speaking to Diego.“We were not able to contact base sir” Diego said.The moment those words dropped the entire ship felt cold as the atmosphere feel strangely uncomfortable that even the soldiers standing nearby exchanged brief glances.Nobody said anything and yet everyone understood the importance of those words.“That is it…Mr Pietro was right after all, the war has started and the enemy are steps ahead alr