All Chapters of The Bride He Refused to Lose : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Lorrie stared down at Amara's lifeless body.She couldn't hear the deafening chaos around her—not the shouting, not the heavy tactical footsteps, not even Lorenzo screaming her name.All she could hear was Amara's dying whisper: "Don't trust Lorenzo."She slowly lifted her head. Lorenzo stood several feet away, his face drained of color, his holster empty."Lorrie," he breathed, taking a step toward her. "Look at me.""What happened to your gun?" her voice trembled, cold and distant."I don't know," Lorenzo said, holding up his hands. "I swear to you, I don't know.""You were standing closest to her!""You think I killed her?!" Lorenzo's eyes shattered with grief. "I'm your husband!""I want to believe you," she sobbed, backing away. "But everyone keeps keeping secrets!"Leo suddenly stepped between them, his Guardian mark flaring with blinding light. "Stop! Dad didn't do it!"Lorrie gasped. "Leo?""I saw it," Leo whispered, pressing his hands against his temples. "I saw a man holding

Lorrie’s blood ran colder than the ancient stone beneath her boots.At the crest of the crumbling staircase, Viktor stood like a specter of death, his arm locked around nine-year-old Leo. The jagged edge of an obsidian blade was pressed so firmly against her son's neck that a thin bead of crimson was already trickling down his collarbone."Let him go," Lorrie whispered. Her voice was barely audible over the roaring fires of the subterranean braziers, yet it carried a lethal edge.Viktor’s face twisted into a sickening smile. "Which one?"Lorrie stared at him, her chest heaving. "What?""You have two people you love in this room," Viktor sneered, his dark eyes flicking from the terrified child in his grip to the towering man beside her. "Only one leaves this chamber alive."Lorenzo’s silver eyes flared with an ethereal, blinding light. The air around him distorted from sheer thermal pressure as he took a single, heavy step forward."Touch my son, and I will tear you apart atom by atom.

Lorrie stood rooted to the spot, unable to draw air into her lungs. The words echoed through the endless cosmic expanse of the First Realm like a death knell, shattering what little sanity she had left.«I am the one who was sent to kill it.»Lorenzo stood mere feet away from her. Yet, looking into his face brought no comfort—only a suffocating, paralyzing terror. His eyes were void of their familiar, fiercely protective warmth, completely consumed by an abyssal, light-swallowing black. His jaw was set, his skin deathly pale, and his expression entirely hollow of humanity."Who are you?" Lorrie whispered, her voice trembling violently against the howling cosmic wind.The entity wearing her husband's face let a slow, cruel smile curl his lips. "You already know, Lorrie. You felt it the very night you bound your blood to his.""No," she gasped, taking a shaky step back, pulling Leo and Aria closer behind her skirts. "You're lying!""Am I?" The creature raised Lorenzo's hand, pointing a

Lorrie collapsed onto the frigid stone floor, her knees cracking hard against the ruined marble vault. Her trembling hands hovered over Lorenzo’s silent chest before slamming down onto his sternum with frantic force."Lorenzo!" she screamed, the sound tearing raggedly from her throat. Her fingers pressed into the side of his neck, searching desperately, praying for the faintest flutter of life.Nothing.The skin beneath her fingertips was turning icy, smooth, and utterly devoid of a pulse."Rafael!" Lorrie shrieked, her voice echoing off the cavernous walls. "Rafael, get over here! Help him!"Rafael scrambled across the blood-slicked stone, throwing himself down beside Lorenzo. He pressed three fingers into the carotid artery, channeling his diagnostic aura. A faint silver light flickered at Rafael's fingertips, then withered into ash. His face drained of every drop of color."No pulse," Rafael whispered, his voice hollowed out by disbelief. "Lorrie... there's no life force left in hi

The word hit the chamber like a physical blow, lingering in the stagnant, soot-choked air.Father.Lorrie stood rooted to the stone, her breath catching in her throat, choking her. The world seemed to narrow until all that remained was the hollow echo of that single, terrifying word. The unborn child resting beneath her hands had not spoken to Lorenzo. It had spoken to the dark, majestic stranger standing before them—a man who bore Lorenzo’s face, yet carried an aura of ancient, undisputed authority.Slowly, agonizingly, Lorrie turned her head to look at her husband. "No," she whispered, her voice trembling so violently it was barely audible above the hum of the Gate. "No... that isn't possible."The stranger’s lips curved into a cold, triumphant smile. "Now you begin to understand, my Queen."Lorenzo’s face was deathly pale. His jaw was clenched so hard the muscles jumped beneath his skin, his hands shaking as he kept his sidearm raised. "Don't listen to him, Lorrie," he gritted out,