All Chapters of The Bride In The Wrong Wedding : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

"Put a bullet between her eyes, or I swear to God I will drag myself out of this bed and rip her throat out with my bare teeth!"Isabella didn't gasp. She didn't weep. The cardiac monitor beside her bed shrieked in absolute agony as her pulse violently spiked. Still, her dark eyes—forged in the fires of the Alps, the ocean trench, and the lithium fire in her own stomach—were two hollow pits of pure, unadulterated freon.The woman standing in the doorway of the subterranean ICU didn't flinch. Helena Vance, the mother Isabella had watched burn alive in a cartel safehouse a decade ago, smoothed the silk of her tailored black mourning dress with sickening, aristocratic grace. Her cold, calculating eyes swept over Isabella’s bandaged abdomen, then settled on Julian, who stood like a statuesque, demonic shadow between the bed and the door."Is that how you greet the woman who built you, Isabella?" Helena purred, her voice a smooth, poison-laced velvet that echoed through the sterile room. "

"Shoot the glass!" Helena’s command shattered into a raw, terrified shriek, completely stripped of its aristocratic velvet.The suffocating "HISSSSSS" of the ICU’s atmospheric scrubbers reversing polarity aggressively dominated the subterranean room. The atmospheric pressure violently plummeted, popping Isabella’s eardrums and instantly pulling the remaining oxygen directly out of her lungs. The red emergency strobes pulsed like a dying, frantic heartbeat over the stark white tiles.Helena’s dozen armed guards didn't hesitate. They swung their suppressed assault rifles toward the reinforced observation windows of the surgical suite, unleashing a deafening, catastrophic barrage of heavy-caliber fire."CRACK. CRACK. CRACK."Sparks erupted violently in the dark, but the armor-piercing bullets simply flattened against the six-inch-thick ballistic polycarbonate. The Vanguard didn't build medical bays to heal; they built them to withstand localized nuclear fallout. The glass didn't even spl

The blinding white light didn't just illuminate the subterranean cavern; it violently scorched the absolute oxygen from the air. The containment shield covering the nuclear core fractured with a deafening, apocalyptic shriek, unleashing a localized shockwave of pure thermal radiation that violently slammed into the catwalk.Isabella didn't retreat. She aggressively threw her frail, bleeding body entirely over her little brother, shielding Leo’s frame from the scorching updraft. Her dark eyes, forged in unyielding matriarchal hellfire, remained locked on the dead-man’s switch trapped between their trembling hands."I can't hold it!" Leo screamed, the mechanized sleeper-agent completely obliterated by the raw, human terror of the burning abyss. His fingers were violently cramping, slipping against the heavy spring mechanism of the detonator. "Izzy, my hand is failing!""Hold it, Leo!" Isabella roared over the deafening mechanical wail of the dying reactor. The heat was catastrophically

The deafening roar of the Potomac River violently breaching the subterranean containment vents was a sound of absolute, world-ending destruction. Millions of gallons of freezing, dark water aggressively exploded through the overhead grates, crashing down into the massive cavern with the kinetic force of a collapsing skyscraper."The Leviathan!" Julian rasped, his massive body violently shuddering against Isabella’s shoulder as he pointed a trembling, blood-slicked hand toward the absolute lowest tier of the catwalk, directly beneath the primary coolant reservoir. "Sector Four wasn't built as a cage, "moya dusha".... it was built as a launchpad."The first wave of freezing river water violently slammed into the searing, irradiated steel of the reactor pit below. The catastrophic temperature collision instantly generated a blinding, suffocating wall of superheated steam. The entire cavern turned into a boiling, pitch-black abyss."Nikolai!" Isabella shrieked, hauling Julian’s dead weigh

"You are dead."Isabella’s voice wasn't a scream. It was a hollow, catastrophic whisper that barely cut through the deafening, thundering rotor wash of the two massive Vanguard extraction gunships descending like avenging angels upon the yacht.The radio console crackled with static, completely unbothered by the apocalyptic noise outside."Julian put a hollow-point bullet through the skull of a surgically altered cartel proxy, Isabella," Richard Vance’s smooth, aristocratic drawl vibrated through the speakers, dripping with a terrifying, absolute paternal authority. "The Directorate does not leave its true architects exposed on the board. I built the board."Isabella remained entirely frozen on her bleeding knees, clutching Julian’s burning, irradiated head to her chest. The King of the underworld was aggressively slipping away, his massive chest violently hitching as his body desperately fought the nuclear poison."I am pregnant with the only Sterling heir," Isabella snarled into the