บททั้งหมดของ The Bride In The Wrong Wedding : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

"Get out of the cab!" Isabella’s voice was a feral, unrecognizable shriek as she grabbed the terrified smuggler by the collar of his jacket and violently threw him out into the freezing snow. "Isabella, stop! It is a suicide run!" Nikolai roared, scrambling forward from the bloody cargo hold, his shattered left arm strapped uselessly to his chest. "There are two hundred cartel guns down there! You are driving a rusted box straight into a firing squad!" "I am not letting my brother die on a screen!" she screamed back, sliding into the driver’s seat and slamming her blood-slicked foot onto the accelerator. The heavy, armored transport roared like a wounded beast, the massive diesel engine revving past the redline. Through the shattered windshield, the high-definition projection on the Geneva estate walls glared back at her like an apocalyptic mockery. Thirteen minutes and forty seconds. Leo’s face was bruised, tear-streaked, his terrified eyes staring blindly into the camera lens as

"Then blow him up." The words left Isabella’s lips not as a desperate plea or a horrified scream, but as a freezing, absolute command. They echoed through the cavernous, opulent ballroom with a chilling finality that completely silenced the howling blizzard outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. Richard Vance’s manic, arrogant smile violently short-circuited. His thumb, hovering so confidently over the detonator, twitched in pure, unfiltered shock. "What did you say?" "I said, blow him up, Richard," Isabella repeated softly, taking a deliberate, agonizingly slow step forward on the polished marble floor. Her bare, bloody feet left a macabre trail across the pristine white stone. The terrified bride was completely gone. She was the Matriarch now, and she radiated an aura of unadulterated, catastrophic lethargy. On his knees, Leo let out a broken, terrified sob, his frail body shaking violently against the C4 explosive vest strapped to his chest. "Izzy, please! Don't let him kill me

"Get down!"Julian threw his massive, bleeding frame over Isabella and Leo just as a wall of heavy-caliber fire ripped through the ruined ballroom. The Vanguard assault choppers outside weren't offering extraction—they were executing a systematic, cold-blooded purge. Concrete columns splintered into white dust, and marble tiles shattered into lethal shrapnel as the rotary cannons swept the room."They've gone rogue!" Nikolai roared, diving behind an overturned stone pillar with his empty pistol. His icy blue eyes were wide with absolute disbelief as he stared at the black sigils painted on the attacking aircraft. "The inner circle... they've accepted the cartel's buyout!""It wasn't a buyout," Julian rasped, spitting a mouthful of dark blood onto the stone floor as he forced his broken body upright. His stormy gray eyes burned with a terrifying, apocalyptic clarity. "It was a coup. They didn't want a King who bled for a queen; they wanted a weapon they could control."Isabella held Le

"Touch his body, and I will butcher you right here on the marble!"Isabella’s roar was completely unrecognizable, a feral, blood-drenched snarl that violently shattered the standoff. She didn't cower. She didn't retreat from the dozen suppressed assault rifles locked directly onto her skull. She stood aggressively over Julian’s massive, motionless frame, her bare, bloody feet planted firmly on the ruined floor. The combat knife was still tightly gripped in her fist, dripping thick, dark crimson from Silas’s severed throat.The woman in the immaculate white winter coat let out a cold, melodic laugh. "Such fierce loyalty for a dead man," she purred, her icy blue eyes—a terrifying, identical mirror of Julian’s—sweeping over the bloodbath with absolute aristocratic disdain. "I am Victoria Sterling. And you, little girl, are standing on my throne.""He is not dead!" Isabella shrieked, her voice cracking with raw, unadulterated agony as she desperately pressed her heel against Julian's heav

"Pull the emergency brake! Pull it now!"Isabella’s shriek was completely obliterated by the deafening, apocalyptic roar of tearing metal. There was no time to brace, no time to scream. The severed steel elevator cage was plummeting into the pitch-black abyss of the mountain at ninety miles an hour. The broken cables whipped violently against the jagged rock walls above them like massive iron snakes, sending showers of lethal sparks into the dark.Gravity aggressively ripped Leo off the rusted floorboards."I have him!" Nikolai roared, grabbing the boy with his good arm and violently pinning him into the reinforced corner of the plunging cage.Julian didn't look at the terrifying depths below. The liquid adrenaline coursing through his dead veins was rapidly burning out, but the apex predator had one final, catastrophic surge of strength left. He slammed his bloody fist directly into the shattered control console, violently ripping the metal plating completely off the wall to expose t