Todos los capítulos de Echoes Of The Broken Vow, Her Ultimate Ascent : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Trinity's POV: Mirrors and Masked Confessions“I beg your pardon?” I ask him. Julian hasn't moved an inch. He just stands there, projecting his usual air of supreme confidence. It’s an intimidating look, one I used to shrink under for years.His eyes drop to the dark hat and veil sitting on the styling counter before me. “I saw you at the wedding,” he says, his tone certain. “I remember you.”I swallow, and quickly begin racking my brain for the cadence of a Spanish accent. Calm down. He doesn't recognize you. He can't ever recognize you. Not with this fake skin, or these plump lips, and certainly not with this flawless jawline. He’s just curious. He’s a predator scanning an unfamiliar face.In what I hope passes for an authentic Spanish accent, I say, “Beautiful wedding. Congratulations, Alpha Julian.”His intimidating stare thaws. He nods, a faint smile on his lips. “Thanks. Now I see why my friend won't stop talking about you.”Without asking, he drops into one of the three st

Trinity's POV: A Sticky Detour and Biting Red DotsI rush out of the restroom, my hands shaking uncontrollably. I can't believe I'm this agitated after spending hours meticulously planning every detail of this moment.It actually happened, and I’m terrified."I'm not a criminal," I mutter under my breath as I navigate the chaotic hallway, charging toward the exit without daring to look back. "I'm not a criminal. I'm not a criminal."A hand suddenly snatches my wrist and I jump. Bob Cohen's messed up face is in front of me. Cake residue is dripping down his cheeks. The sight is so funny I almost laugh out loud. "Hey, Ms. Nicki," he says, his grip firm. "Are you leaving?"I look past him and peer into the main reception hall. A dense crowd of guests has formed a lose perimeter around the elevated pedestal where Julian and Vivian were standing with their towering cake of Pisa just minutes ago.There are bits of white frosting and sponge cake everywhere. People are frantically wiping it

Trinity's POV: Hangar 3 and the Devil's Voice"Ms. Barnes," the airport representative's voice crackles over the receiver, slurred with sympathy. "I'm sorry, but we are simply unable to provide a private flight for you this late in the night.""Officially . . ." "I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean, ma'am.""Officially, you can't get me a flight," I say, leaning forward on the toilet seat. "Unofficially, you can clear a runway for a price that makes it worth your while."The man on the line clears his throat, the line falls into a telling silence. A subtle smile tugs at the corner of my mouth. It's a classic negotiation tactic I picked up after watching Julian execute it dozens of times in standoffs: imply that money is no object, and the other party instantly begins rationalizing a way to bend the rules. It doesn't work on everyone, but greed is a reliable motivator."Well . . . Ms. Nicki," the rep stammers. "I'm not technically allowed to—""Name your price. You'll be savin

Julian's POV: Phantom Dimples and Whispered Names"Yes, it can be done," Cohen says, his thumb tracing the smooth plastic edge of the card. "I'll send it to forensics. If her prints are on it—which I'm almost certain they are—we'll identify her before long."As they march down the tarmac toward the idling Cadillac, Fred hesitates. "Alpha, do you think maybe she's the Ghost Architect?"I stop in my tracks, and look at him. The thought had crossed my mind. It was this suspicion that drove me straight to the airport instead of going to her hotel. But after standing face-to-face with Nicki Barnes, I don't believe she's the mastermind we've been searching for.The Ghost Architect operates with surgical precision. Only a vengeful former ally, someone who was once allowed inside my inner circle, could systematically dismantle my empire the way he’s been doing."Nothing is impossible at this point," I say and continues walking. "It could be anyone.""The security team at the office thinks she

Julian's POV: Bitter Medicine and Cold RevelationsAs we reach the door of Lily's private hospital room, I stop."Shit. I forgot Lily's gift," I say, glancing at Bob."I'll go grab it from the car," he replies immediately. He hurries back down the hallway.Dr. Rudolph Hess, the pediatric specialist I brought in, adjusts his gold-rimmed glasses as we stand outside the door. "As I was explaining, Alpha Julian, this experimental formula you inquired about is still in its stage of testing. I strongly advise you wait until—""Dr. Hess, I am stuck between the devil and the deep blue sea," I cut in, my voice hard. "I need an immediate solution for my daughter. I agree with you—she is not going to be anyone’s lab rat. But I need results.""Please understand what I am trying to say," Hess insists. "No reputable physician is going to stake his career on unverified, off-market compounds.""Then what the hell am I supposed to do, Doctor?" I demand. "Sit back and watch my only child die?"Hess s