All Chapters of The Mafia billionaire's Revenge Bride : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 31 — Dead AirThe silence after Aryan’s last order felt heavier than the bodies cooling on the other side of the sealed door. I stayed pressed against his chest, listening to the steady thunder of his heart while Kabir’s voice stayed low and clipped on the open line. The remote sat between the two weapons on the console like a loaded question neither of us wanted to answer yet.Aryan’s thumb traced the edge of the gauze at my temple in slow, absent strokes. The same hand that had just put two people permanently offline was now careful enough not to tug a single strand of hair. That contrast still wrecked me. One second lethal, the next gentle enough to make the fear in my chest loosen its grip just enough for the want to surge back up, hot and shameless.“They’re going to answer,” he said against my hair. “And when they do, it’s going to be ugly.”I nodded. My mouth still tasted like him. My thighs still ached from the way he’d held me open against the console and worked me unt

Chapter 33: The Bloodline The hangar floodlights died in a spray of glass and sparks, and the night turned into pure fucking chaos.Aryan’s body slammed into motion the same second mine did. We didn’t run—we fucking *hunted*. His first shot took the man on the cousin’s left in the throat. The wet gurgle was still hanging in the air when I squeezed the secondary and put two rounds into the one closest to the woman with the remote. The kick rattled my teeth. My arms burned. I didn’t give a single shit.The cousin scrambled sideways, blood already slick on his face, screaming something about bloodlines and fire. The woman didn’t scream. She just smiled wider and jammed her thumb toward the remote.Aryan’s free hand closed around my wrist hard enough to bruise and yanked me left behind a stack of cargo crates as the first charge the woman had planted somewhere in the hangar went off. The blast rolled through the concrete like a goddamn earthquake. Heat licked the side of my face. My ears

Chapter 35: The Contract BurnsThe jet’s wheels kissed the private airstrip like a threat instead of a landing. The second the engines wound down, Aryan was already on his feet, hauling me up with one arm banded tight around my waist. My ribs protested. I bit the sound back and let him half-carry me down the stairs into the cold pre-dawn dark.Kabir met us at the bottom with two black SUVs and a look that said the night was about to get uglier. “Estate perimeter is still green on paper. Cameras show movement inside the main house. Your father’s study light has been on for forty-one minutes.”Aryan’s hand flexed against my hip. “Weapons.”Kabir handed over two suppressed pistols without comment. I took mine, checked the chamber, and slid it into the waistband of my tactical pants like it belonged there. It did. Everything about tonight belonged to blood and lies.We rode in silence. Aryan’s thigh pressed hard against mine the entire twenty-minute drive. Every time the vehicle hit a poth

Chapter 37: Alive Means WarThe word “alive” hung in the red emergency light like a fucking noose already tightening around my throat.I stared at the monitor. The man with the tablet looked straight into the camera as if he could smell us through the feed. Same cold, assessing smile the old man had worn when he burned our lives down to ash and called it strategy. Same bloodline. Same poison.Aryan’s body had gone rigid beside me. Not the controlled stillness he used when he was calculating. This was something older, uglier. The kind of stillness that comes right before a man decides the world needs to bleed.“He’s supposed to be dead,” he repeated, voice so low it scraped the concrete floor. “I put two rounds in his chest myself. Watched the light leave his eyes. Watched his body burn. There shouldn’t be anything left of him to come back.”Kabir’s face on the secondary feed looked like he’d aged ten years in thirty seconds. “Aryan. They’re not here to kill you. They’re here to take he

Chapter 39: The Price of EscapeThe extraction tunnel reeked of damp concrete, old gun oil, and the copper stink of my own blood. Every step punched fresh fire through my cracked ribs. The bandage under the vest was already soaked again, warm and sticky, gluing fabric to skin like a second, ruined layer. I kept the empty submachine gun up out of pure spite. Empty or not, the weight could still crack a skull if it came down to it.Aryan moved half a step ahead, tablet locked in the pouch on his vest, suppressed pistol low. Red emergency lights turned the corridor into a slaughterhouse hallway. Smoke from the shaped charge still hung thick enough to taste. My ears rang with that high, thin whine that made Kabir’s voice in the earpiece sound like it was coming from the bottom of a well.“East service junction in forty meters,” Kabir said. “Two heat signatures holding near the old coal chute. Not moving. Waiting.”“Syndicate?” Aryan’s voice stayed flat.“Looks like it. Heavy vests. One lon