All Chapters of Kiss Me While The World Burns: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

While she slept, Alexander ran a hand gently through her hair, his fingers threading through the soft blonde strands. His mind worked quietly in the background, calculating all the endless possibilities of why Victoria was feeling so physically drained. He stared down at her pale, soft face and let out a long breath. Maybe the freezing water had gotten to her system more than she let on during that underwater mess. Exhaling once more, he closed his eyes, pulling her closer against his chest, and allowed himself to fall asleep right beside her. Hours passed in heavy silence. Victoria woke up to an aggressive, gnawing hunger in the pit of her stomach. She blinked open her heavy eyes and turned her head to check the digital clock on the nightstand. She gasped softly. It was already past nine o’clock at night. As if to confirm the time, she hopped down from the bed, her feet hitting the cool hardwood floor, and walked straight to the floor-to-ceiling French windows. Outside, the Sicil

Back in the base, Victoria walked amidst the clattering noise of heavy machinery and boots against the granite grounds. Kany walked beside her, shaking her head as she glanced at the armed personnel moving around them. "Well, in the past few hours of knowing Vito, he is probably tearing down his estate right now searching for you." Victoria hummed softly, her eyes fixed on the hallway ahead. "Yeah. I’m aware." Kany blinked, stopping in her tracks for a fraction of a second. "Did you even drop a note or a text that we were leaving?" "No," Victoria replied simply. She stepped up to the heavy steel door at the end of the hall and placed her palm firmly against the glass plate of the scanner. The system chimed softly, reading her print before giving her access to the private elevator that would take them straight down to the underground lab. Kany face-palmed, letting out a dramatic groan. "I’m just going to kill him. Or he’s going to kill us." "Well, it is better for him to die of a

The drive back to the estate was filled with a tense, suffocating silence. Victoria leaned her head against the cool leather seat in the back of the armored SUV, her hand unconsciously resting flat over her stomach. A quiet, persistent nausea still lingered deep in her gut, refusing to fade. “Just stress,” she told herself firmly, closing her eyes against the flashing city lights outside. “It’s just mission fatigue and zero sleep. Nothing else.” Beside her, Alexander watched her every breath. "Victoria," he said softly, breaking the silence. "You’re still pale." "I am fine, Alexander," she murmured without opening her eyes. "You don't look fine," Vito called out from the front passenger seat, glaring into the rearview mirror. "The second we pull up to the gates, I’m calling the estate physician to run a full check on you." Victoria opened her eyes, her sharp gaze locking onto Vito’s in the glass. "You will do no such thing." "You slept throughout the entire afternoon, Victoria!

The private medical clinic sat quietly tucked away at the very end of a secluded, tree-lined avenue on the outer edge of New York. It was a discreet, high-end facility that specialized in off-the-books consultations for wealthy clients who paid top dollar for absolute anonymity. No cameras monitored the private parking lot, and no public registry logged the names of the patients who walked through its heavy tinted doors. Victoria stepped out of her dark vehicle, wrapping her plain, oversized beige trench coat tightly around her waist. She pulled her dark sunglasses down slightly to cover her eyes, adjusting a black silk scarf around her hair to hide her face completely. Under the alias of Miss Eleanor Vance, she pushed open the glass entrance and stepped into the quiet reception hall. The air inside was sterile and cold, carrying the sharp scent of antiseptic cleaner and fresh white lilies resting on the front desk. A soft, continuous hum from the central air conditioning echoed th

"If I have to stare at one more financial report today, I am going to throw myself out of a window," Kany muttered, stepping out of the chilly afternoon wind and into the warm, quiet coffee shop near Luxore. She walked straight toward the counter, her eyes fixed on the overhead menu. But as she turned the corner near the pastry display, she slammed directly into a broad, solid chest. "Whoa, watch it!" Kany gasped, stumbling back on her heels. A pair of strong, steady hands instantly caught her by the elbows, steadying her. Kany looked up, ready to snap, but the words died in her throat. Standing over her in a dark tactical jacket was Bruce. "Easy there," Bruce said softly, his deep voice calm and grounding. He let go of her elbows the second she found her balance, stepping back half a pace. "I didn't mean to startle you." Kany narrowed her eyes, pulling her wool coat tight around herself. "Bruce? What the hell are you doing lurking around here?" "I wasn't lurking," Bruce replie