Semua Bab The Bride He Refused to Lose : Bab 81 - Bab 90

The monastery was unusually quiet after Cassandra's departure. No gunfire. No explosions. No shouting. There was only the lingering weight of unanswered questions.Lorrie stood alone on the balcony overlooking the sea. The cool breeze lifted strands of her hair, but it did nothing to calm the storm inside her.She wasn't Grace and Carlos's biological daughter. She was Princess Aurora. And somewhere out there, a woman claiming to be her aunt had just turned her entire life upside down.She wrapped her arms around herself. "I don't want any of this...""You don't have to."Lorenzo's deep voice came from behind her. She turned slowly. He had changed out of his bloodstained suit, but the dark bruise along his jaw remained. Without saying another word, he draped his jacket over her shoulders."You'll catch a cold."She smiled faintly. "You always pretend you're only doing things because they're practical.""They usually are.""Really?" She stepped closer. "Was kissing me practical?"Lorenz

"EVERYBODY RUN!"The technician's terrified scream shattered the afternoon calm.For one split second, no one moved. Then Lorenzo reacted. He grabbed Lorrie around the waist and threw both of them behind a massive marble fountain."DOWN!"The Shadow Wolves scattered instantly. Matteo tackled Gabriel behind a stone pillar, and the bomb technicians dove for cover.Three seconds... two... one...Nothing. No explosion. Only silence.The technician slowly raised his head, confusion replacing fear. "I... I don't understand."Lorenzo remained over Lorrie, shielding her with his body. "Stay here.""Lorenzo—""Stay."He drew his pistol and cautiously approached the limousine.The technician swallowed hard. "It wasn't a bomb.""What was it?"With trembling hands, the technician pointed inside the vehicle. Lorenzo looked through the open driver's door. His expression didn't change, but Matteo knew him well enough to notice the slight tightening of his jaw.Inside the limousine sat a bride.She w

The private jet rolled to a stop on the snow-covered runway. Its engines slowly powered down, their high-pitched whine fading into the quiet afternoon. Rows of black SUVs waited nearby, their headlights cutting bright, smoky beams through the falling snow.Bianca stood beside Cassandra in the observation area, her eyes fixed on the aircraft."The man you called... is Dante Moretti?"Cassandra calmly stirred her tea, the spoon clicking softly against the porcelain. "The eldest son of the Moretti family.""The one everyone thought disappeared?""No," Cassandra corrected, her voice smooth. "They only hoped he had."The aircraft door opened. A tall figure stepped onto the stairs—over six feet three, with broad shoulders clad in a tailored black overcoat and hands covered in leather gloves. He paused only once, looking up at the gray winter sky, before descending.The bodyguards waiting on the tarmac lowered their heads respectfully. No one dared speak first.Finally, the man removed his g

The monastery erupted into immediate chaos."The key is gone!"Lorenzo stood frozen for only a second before his expression hardened. "Seal every exit," he commanded, his voice echoing through the ancient stone halls. "No one leaves this monastery."Shadow Wolves instantly sprang into action. Within moments, every gate was locked, every vehicle searched, and every guest accounted for. But Lorenzo already knew the truth: Cassandra had never expected her spy to escape. She had only needed a few minutes, and those few minutes had been entirely enough.Lorrie stood beside the empty pedestal in the Royal Archives, her heart sinking. "So... we've lost it."Elias slowly shook his head. "No. We've lost a key. Not the truth."He carefully examined the stone pedestal, then smiled faintly. "Cassandra was in too much of a hurry."Everyone looked at him, puzzled. "What do you mean?" Gabriel asked.Elias brushed centuries of accumulated dust away from the base of the pedestal. Hidden beneath it was

Rain fell steadily over the monastery. The funeral for the murdered diplomat was brief, quiet, and intensely private. He had come carrying a final message meant only for Aurora. Instead, he died protecting it.Lorrie stood beneath a black umbrella beside Lorenzo, watching the dark wood lower into the earth. She stepped forward and placed a single white rose on the coffin."I'm sorry," she whispered. "I never even knew your name."The elderly Queen stepped beside her, looking down with heavy eyes. "His name was Edmund Ashford. He served our family for over forty years. He knew delivering that letter might cost him his life."Lorrie's heart ached with a deep, crushing guilt. "So many people keep dying because of me."Lorenzo immediately turned toward her, his voice firm and steady. "No. They're dying because of those hunting you. There is a difference."After the funeral, the visiting mafia leaders prepared to leave the monastery. Luxury cars lined the wet cobblestone courtyard as bodyg