บททั้งหมดของ The Bride In The Wrong Wedding : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

The crystal bourbon glass hit the mahogany desk with a soft, dismissive "clink" that sounded like a gunshot in the silent command center.Isabella couldn't breathe. The air in the room suddenly felt heavier than the freezing water of the subterranean river. She stared at the flawless, aristocratic face of the woman sitting behind the desk. It was a face she had mourned for ten years. A face she had seen perfectly preserved in oil paintings, a face she had whispered to in the dark when the grief became too heavy to carry."You're dead," Isabella whispered, the words trembling past her lips. "I watched the Aerie estate burn. They found your ashes.""They found the ashes of a maid wearing my jewelry," Eleanor Vance corrected smoothly, crossing her legs. She didn't look like a mother reunited with her child; she looked like a spider admiring a fly that had finally stopped struggling in the web. "Death is a remarkably effective reset button, Isabella. It allowed me to shed the pathetic wei

The apocalyptic red emergency strobes painted the command center in jagged, violent flashes of crimson and shadow.The heavy, agonizing scrape of metal chains grew deafeningly loud. Isabella backed slowly away from her mother’s convulsing form, her bare, shredded feet leaving bloody prints on the pristine white tiles. She kept her eyes locked on the cavernous darkness of the far corridor."Releasing Subject Zero," the automated voice repeated, completely devoid of mercy.The reinforced steel blast doors at the end of the hall didn't open. They were violently, catastrophically ripped entirely off their hinges.Isabella’s breath caught in her throat as the twisted metal crashed to the floor, shaking the entire facility. From the swirling gray smoke and emergency venting, a nightmare stepped into the flashing red light.It wasn't a monster. It was something infinitely worse. It was a man entirely unmade by Eleanor Vance’s cruelty.He stood nearly seven feet tall, his massive, unnaturally

The pressurized executive elevator shot upward through the bedrock, humming with a low, mechanical vibration that vibrated through Isabella’s bruised bones.Inside the sleek glass car, no one spoke. The silence was thick with the scent of copper, ozone, and the dying embers of the Syndicate's grandest black site. Beneath their feet, a distant, muffled detonation vibrated through the shaft—Zurich Alpha’s secondary purge protocol detonating its thermite charges, melting Eleanor Vance’s legacy into an unyielding tomb of molten steel.Julian leaned heavily against the reinforced glass wall, one massive arm clamped firmly over his re-stitched ribs. His breathing was shallow, his skin as pale as marble, but his stormy gray eyes remained locked on Isabella."You're bleeding again," Isabella whispered, stepping closer. Her bare, torn feet left faint smudges on the polished floor, but she ignored the sharp sting, reaching up to gently touch the edge of his jaw.Julian caught her hand, pressing

"He’s still breathing, you stupid bastard—put another round through the floorboards!"The violent thud of a combat boot kicking the warped steel of the tram car shattered the freezing mountain air. Inside the overturned, snow-choked wreckage, Isabella’s eyes snapped wide. There was no atmospheric preamble, no poetic description of falling snow or winter wind—just the raw, terrifying reality of a heavy-caliber rifle barrel slamming through the shattered window frame, hunting for a target."Get down!" Nikolai roared, his left arm hanging at a sickening, shattered angle as he grabbed Isabella by the collar of her ruined wedding dress and hauled her violently into the shadows of the crushed console.A deafening volley of armor-piercing rounds instantly shredded the metal roof, spraying a lethal geyser of sparks and jagged shrapnel over Julian’s motionless body."Julian!" Isabella choked, scrambling across the freezing, blood-slicked glass.Julian was pinned beneath a heavy steel support b

"Step away from the King, Isabella."The voice echoed through the freezing subterranean crevasse, dripping with a cold, calculated venom that made the blood in Isabella's veins freeze solid.From the pitch-black shadows of the ice cave, a tall, broad-shouldered silhouette stepped slowly into the sickly green glow of the chem-light. He wore the heavy tactical gear of the Sterling vanguard, but the crimson sigil on his shoulder had been freshly sheared off with a knife."Darius," Nikolai spat, his icy blue eyes narrowing into slits of pure, unadulterated hatred. He tried to raise his heavy pistol with his good arm, but the shattered bone in his shoulder buckled, sending a sharp, agonizing gasp tearing through his chest.Darius—Julian’s trusted chief of security, the man who had stood guard over their wedding, the man who held the master keys to the Aerie—didn't even look at Nikolai. His heavy assault rifle remained locked in a dead-steady aim, the piercing red laser dot resting directly