All Chapters of Kiss Me While The World Burns: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"Move, move, move!" Lev shouted, jumping out first into the biting wind. He grabbed Giordano under the arms, hauling the groaning billionaire out of the cabin while another guard stepped in to take his legs. Together, they scrambled up the metal steps, Giordano’s face twisting in agony as they carried him into the fuselage. Tex leaped out right behind them, slamming his medical pack against the metal railing as he hurried up the stairs without looking back. Victoria was the last one out, her eyes scanning the dark, snowy horizon for any flashing sirens before she bounded up the steps. The moment her boots hit the top deck, the flight steward instantly pulled the heavy hydraulic door shut, locking it into place with a solid, pressurized seal. The cabin instantly insulated them from the shriek of the storm, replaced by the low, steady hum of the jet's engines. In the medical bay, Giordano lay stretched out on the narrow cot, his shirt torn open, writhing in pure agony as the color

"Giordano! You arrogant little prick!" It was his godfather, Bartholomew. Giordano rolled his eyes so hard it almost hurt. "Good morning to you too, Bartholomew. To what do I owe the pleasure of this screaming match?" "Don't you 'good morning' me!" Bartholomew barked from the other end of the line. "I leave the country for two weeks and you hand the keys to your tech company over to a bunch of incompetent fools! Look at the market, Giordano! The stocks have completely plummeted! The board is panicked! You are ruining everything I built!" Giordano didn't even blink. He leaned back against the pillows, a cold, confident smirk playing on his lips. "Bartholomew, the company is in perfectly safe hands. And no stocks have plummeted. Our market share literally went up by two percent yesterday morning. Where on earth did you get that ridiculous information from?" On the other side of the line, the heavy, angry breathing suddenly stopped. A low, raspy chuckle replaced the shouting. "I k

Inside the now ruined penthouse lounge, the air was pitch black and heavy with the smell of burnt electrical wires. The sudden blackout had completely killed the lights, and the heavy security shutters had slammed shut over the windows, trapping the heat and the terrifying echo of distant gunfire from the ground floor. Victoria dusted her clothes, coughing slightly as she blinked through the darkness. She extended her hands blindly, looking around for Giordano in the shadows. She muttered a curse under her breath. "Giordano? You better not be dead." In that exact moment, a soft groan came from near the overturned glass table. Giordano pushed himself up from the floor, leaning heavily against a solid structural pillar. He let out a ragged sigh, his hand clutching his tightly wrapped waist. "So much for wanting to prove myself as more than a two rounds man." As he muttered the breathless words, he extended his hand toward Victoria, who just stood there glancing at him through the glo

The atmosphere in the grand ballroom of the Zurich summit was thick with expensive cologne, overpriced champagne, and a heavy dose of corporate tension. Victoria and Giordano were still standing a few feet away from the entrance, leaving Marcus Vance to choke on his own shock. But before the stunned rival could even find his voice to speak, the crowd shifted. The sea of tailored suits and diamond-covered socialites parted to make way for a man who didn't just walk into a room—he dominated it. His name was Alexander Sterling. Alexander was massive. He stood well over six feet three, his shoulders broad enough to draw eyes the second he stepped under the crystal chandeliers. He wore a custom, dark velvet tuxedo that looked effortless, carrying himself with the quiet confidence of a man who owned half the shipping lanes in Europe. The moment Alexander's heavy gaze landed on Victoria, his cold expression cracked into a warm smile. He ignored Giordano entirely, stepping straight int

The suffocating weight of the grand ballroom hit Victoria all at once, the clinking of crystal glasses and the low hum of high-society chatter blurring into a wall of white noise. She stood entirely rigid, her hand freezing over a passing waiter’s silver tray. Her fingernails bit hard into her palms, a desperate physical anchor against the sheer, unadulterated shock threatening to pull her under. A twin brother. A biological extension of herself hidden away in a black-site clinic before she even had the chance to draw her first breath. Giordano stepped closer, his large hand gently wrapping around her fingers, squeezing them with a steady, unyielding pressure. He leaned down, his deep, gravelly voice a quiet murmur right against her ear. "Victoria, look at me. Breathe. We don’t have to wait for the summit to end. Let's get out of here right now." Victoria closed her eyes for a fraction of a second, forcing the roaring in her ears to subside. When she opened them, the icy, unto