Lahat ng Kabanata ng Kiss Me While The World Burns: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

The morning news broadcast opened with a massive photo of Jamie stepping out of Giordano Salvatore’s private penthouse building. The headline flashing across the screen in bold, neon letters said it all: DAN-TECH’S KING FINDS NEW QUEEN? Reporters on television were already going crazy. They showed footage of Jamie leaving his building late at night, adjusting her expensive coat with a small, secretive smile. The news anchors immediately launched into hot gossip, speculating that Giordano had finally replaced Victoria De Luca. They talked about Jamie like she was the new leading lady of Manhattan high society, calling her the sole heiress to Toyoda Enterprises, a massive Japanese tech conglomerate. To the regular public watching their TVs over morning coffee, Toyoda Enterprises was just a billionaire family business. Nobody on the street knew the truth. Nobody knew that behind the glass skyscrapers and polished suits, Toyoda Enterprises was actually the front for a dangerous Japan

"We have locked onto the sub," Vito announced, his eyes fixed on the flashing radar terminal. "It’s sitting at fifty meters depth. But when Giordano tried to probe our proxy servers from New York three hours ago, he triggered a dead-man override. Remote access is fried. The sub won't answer land signals or radio codes. The only way to open the vault door and secure our marine diamonds shipment is to manually scan the master biological key on the sub's physical hatch panel." "Meaning someone has to physically swim down there," Kany said from her desk in the corner of the coastal control tower. "Not just someone," Victoria said, her tone icy and leaving zero room for debate. "Me." Vito turned around in his chair, his dark eyebrows pulling together. "Vic, it's fifty meters down in the middle of a gale. The undercurrents out there will rip a weak diver to pieces." "Then I'll swim fast." Victoria turned her head toward Kany. "Where is that secondary crew?" "They pushed their engines,"

It took another forty minutes for the submarine to surface smoothly inside the hidden underground dock beneath the coastal facility. The heavy steel vault doors lifted, allowing the dark vessel to slide quietly into the water bay. Vito cut the main engines, and the mooring ropes were secured around the concrete pylons. The moment the top hatch opened, Kany rushed down the dock stairs to meet them. They immediately began offloading the heavy cargo. The trunks containing the remaining marine diamonds were carried up the ramp under heavy guard. Kany worked quickly, directing the logistical crew to pack the diamonds securely into reinforced, climate-controlled transport containers. She prepared everything to be shipped in a secure, unmarked military cargo truck back to New York for ultimate safekeeping and processing. As the men finished loading the last container, Victoria walked over to Kany, resting a hand on her arm."Kany, make sure the medic team looks at Bin right away," Victori

Alexander did not flinch as he met Vito’s cold, unblinking glare. He stood tall in the doorway, quietly pulling the heavy oak door shut behind him until the latch clicked soft and secure, sealing the bedroom off from the hallway. "She is sleeping," Alexander said, his voice dropping into a low, quiet murmur. Vito did not move an inch from the wall. He stood with his heavy boots planted wide, his tactical vest still dusted with salt crust from the sea, and his arms crossed tight over his chest. A small, dried line of dark blood marked his hairline where the metal blast had grazed him hours ago. "I know she is sleeping," Vito replied, his tone sharp, dry, and entirely unamused. "I have ears." Alexander wiped a hand over his face, letting out a heavy breath. He looked Vito up and down, taking in the dried blood on his head and the dark shadows under his eyes. "You should get that head cut cleaned up. The medics are still downstairs with Bin." "I do not need a medic for a scratch," V

"How the hell did a rat end up in Vito’s house?" Kany whispered, her eyes wide as she leaned in closer across the table. "Vito’s security clearance is insane. He checks every single person three times over before they even set foot on the dock." Victoria stared at the brass handle of the closed bedroom door, her fingers absently tapping a rhythm against her wooden armchair. "Vito checks their backgrounds, sure. But if someone high up paid off the placement agency in Rome or forged a clean identity six months ago, she slides right through. People get sloppy when they think their home turf is safe." "Are we going to pull her into the basement and break her fingers?" Kany asked, her voice dropping into a flat, casual tone that belied the violence of the question. "Not yet," Victoria said, her eyes turning cold. "You never kill a rat the second you spot it. You watch where it runs, see who it talks to, and feed it garbage information until you're ready to set the trap." Before Kany co