Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Vow Written in Blood : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 59

The secure-room door opened. Three armed men entered. Adriano killed the first before he cleared the doorway. He caught the man’s wrist, redirected the weapon and fired twice. The remaining attackers fell before Alessia needed to pull her trigger. Adriano retrieved a pistol. “You chose,” she said. “I chose to survive.” “You could have survived by giving me to them.” His expression revealed nothing. “Stay behind me.” “That phrase seems to run in the family.” They entered the corridor. Emergency lights painted the walls red. Gunfire sounded from the eastern wing, followed by Isabella shouting an order. “She’s alive,” Alessia said. “For now.” They reached the main staircase. Lucia waited below with two guards. She held a medical injector in one hand and a gun in the other. “First,” she said. “Return the heir.” “My name is Adriano.” Lucia’s composure fractured. “The weapon does not name itself.” “I just did.” She aimed at him. Alessia fired first. Her bullet struck

The four remaining families controlled money, weapons, information and death. Evelyn arranged their photographs across the Moretti war-room table. “Orlando Vitale,” she said, indicating an elderly man with white hair. “Banker and likely the shadowed figure from the broadcast.” Beside him was Elena Corsini, owner of an international shipping company. The third was Judge Marcus Vale, whose father’s name appeared in Sofia’s ledger. The final photograph showed Tomas Rizzo, director of a private intelligence firm. “The four pillars of the Order,” Adriano said. “Vitale finances it. Corsini moves people and weapons. Vale protects them through the courts. Rizzo finds their enemies.” “And you killed those enemies,” Enzo said. “Yes.” Adriano offered neither justification nor apology. Dante stood beside Alessia’s chair. She had obeyed the doctor’s order to rest, although she insisted that sitting in the war room qualified. “Locations?” Dante asked. “Vale is inside the city,” Evelyn rep

Dante drove towards the estate while smoke rose above the trees. Alessia sat beside him, one hand braced against the dashboard. “Slow down.” “The nursery is burning.” “The babies aren’t inside it.” “You sleep in the adjoining room.” “And I’m here.” Dante gripped the steering wheel. “Vitale is destroying our home.” “Then don’t let him make you careless.” Enzo’s vehicle followed while fire crews approached from the opposite direction. The estate gates had been forced open. Two guards lay injured beside the security station. Moretti staff gathered beyond the walls while flames consumed the eastern wing. Dante stopped before the car had fully settled. Alessia caught his arm. “You are not running into a burning house.” “Vitale is inside.” “So are firefighters.” “He threatened our children.” “He wants you angry.” “I am angry.” “Exactly.” A gunshot came from the upper floor. Dante looked towards the nursery window. Orlando Vitale appeared behind the flames. Then Isabe

The Order of Saint Michael collapsed within two weeks. Elena Corsini’s ship was intercepted before it reached international waters. Judge Vale’s records exposed decades of corrupted cases, while Tomas Rizzo surrendered the locations of several hidden training facilities. Orlando Vitale refused to cooperate. He did not need to. Adriano knew enough to connect them all. Sixteen missing boys were recovered from the monastery. Nine more were found inside properties owned by Corsini’s charities. None returned immediately to the families they had lost; specialists arranged trauma care and protected accommodation. The children had been rescued. That did not mean they were healed. Adriano understood the difference better than anyone. He pleaded guilty to multiple killings and provided full testimony against the Order. His sentencing was delayed while investigators verified his evidence and psychologists assessed the effects of lifelong coercive control. Isabella visited him every day