All Chapters of Kiss Me While The World Burns: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The heavy steel wrench hung suspended inches from the spy's bruised throat, locked tight in Vito’s unyielding grip.In the dim spotlight, the room reeked of damp stone, metallic blood, and raw tension. The captive girl hung limp in her restraints, groaning through broken teeth, her breath rattling in her chest."Let go of me, Vito!" Victoria snapped, her voice a sharp, lethal hiss as she tried to yank her arm back. Her black silk slip was dusted with concrete powder, her chest heaving in shallow, ragged gasps."I said that's enough," Vito growled. He didn't just let go, he snatched the heavy wrench out of her hand and slammed it onto a metal tray with a deafening CLANG that echoed through the basement.He whirled around to the two security guards standing frozen in the shadows of the doorway. "Get this trash out of my sight. Lock her in the sub-level cellar and double the guard. Nobody touches her until I say so!""Yes, Mr. De Luca!" the men grunted, moving frantically to unchain the

Kany gasped, stepping back against the wet brick wall as the driver's door flew open. Bruce stepped out into the drizzle, slamming his door with enough force to rattle the frame. He didn't say a word as he marched straight toward her, his broad frame looming large in the narrow alley. "Bruce?" Kany snapped, her eyes widening before twisting into a sharp, furious glare. "Are you insane?! You can't just block my car in an alley!" "You blocked my number," Bruce said, his voice dangerously steady as he closed the distance between them, trapping her against the brickwork. "You refused to answer my calls, and you ignored every message I tried to send." "Because I don't have time for this, Bruce!" Kany shouted, raising her hands defensively. "We are dealing with a nightmare night, Giordano is breathing down our necks, and I blocked your number because I am done playing games! Get out of my way before I call venue security!" Kany tried to push past Bruce's broad frame, her teeth gri

The heavy mahogany table in the center of the industrial warehouse was littered with server drives, high-frequency cables, and forensic decryption readers. Vito plugged the micro-engraved diamond into his reader, running the algorithm to align the physical etchings with Bruce’s server logs. The screen flared with millions of lines of code, piecing together the timeline of Damien De Luca's death and the stolen EMP weapon. "It’s aligning," Bruce said, squinting at the monitor as Kany leaned heavily over his shoulder. "Whatever is on this drive is about to unmask the entire operation." "How much longer, Bruce?" Kany asked, her voice tight, fingers digging into the leather of his chair. "Give it a second," Bruce muttered. "The data load is massive." The progress bar hit ninety-nine percent. The screen flickered, unlocking an encrypted biometric file, and then the server display suddenly froze, flashing a glowing crimson prompt across the screen. "What the hell?" Kany breathed, stepp

Victoria slid the heavy brass lock into place on her private study door, her heart hammering against her ribs. She walked over to her desk with shaking hands, unzipping her handbag to pull out the sealed pouch holding the crystal glass Alexander had touched in the boardroom. Her fingers clung to the plastic. It was terrifying, holding this tiny piece of glass, knowing it carried the answer to a question that could ruin her entire life. Who was the father of her baby? She pulled open the bottom drawer of her desk and pressed her thumb against the biometric scanner. The hidden compartment popped open with a soft click. Carefully, almost gently, Victoria set the pouch inside. She picked up her burner phone, her thumb hovering over the screen for a long second before she dialed the private clinic off 4th Avenue. "It's Miss Vance," she said into the receiver, keeping her voice low. "I have... I have the glass." "Miss Vance," the doctor answered warmly. "Is it sealed properly?" "Yes,

"Get out of my way, Giordano," Victoria said, keeping her tone completely flat despite the sudden, violent racing of her pulse. Giordano didn't budge. He loomed in the dim, velvet-draped shadow of the corridor, his heavy chest heaving under his unbuttoned tuxedo shirt. The faint smell of scotch and expensive cologne clung to him, mixed with the raw, suffocating scent of unraveling control. "You've been avoiding me," Giordano rasped, his voice dark, jagged, and dripping with agony. "Hiding behind Vito’s guards, refusing to see me, and letting Alexander parade around as your bloody shadow." "I don't owe you an explanation, nor do I owe you my time," Victoria said, her eyes ice-cold as she tried to step around him. "We are done, Giordano. Move." Giordano stepped directly into her path, his massive frame blocking the dim light. His bloodshot eyes swept over her face, scanning the unusual pallor of her skin, the exhaustion in her eyes, and the way her hand subconsciously rested over he