Todos los capítulos de The Mafia billionaire's Revenge Bride : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Chapter 51: The Long Route BleedsThe rain came down like it wanted us buried. Cold sheets hammered the ridge and turned every step into a negotiation with mud and stone. Aryan moved half a step ahead, body angled against the wind, rifle up. I stayed on his six the way he’d ordered—no breaking left, no clever detours—boots finding purchase where they could while water ran down the back of my neck and soaked through the tactical shirt in under a minute.Kabir’s voice cut in low. “Lead pair still closing. Four more staggered behind them. Thermal’s garbage in this weather but the pattern’s deliberate. They’re not sweeping. They’re cutting angles.”Aryan answered with a click. We dropped into a narrow defile where the rock rose sheer on one side and the trees thickened on the other. Visibility was shit. Rain turned the world into gray smear and noise. Somewhere behind us gear shifted—metal on fabric, almost lost under the downpour.We pushed harder. The long route hugged the rock face, usi

Chapter 53: The Mountain Bites BackThe lighter footsteps stopped the same instant the main group’s suppressed rounds chewed the slope behind us.Aryan’s hand locked on the drag handle of my vest and hauled me sideways into a tangle of roots and wet fern so thick the rain barely reached the ground. We hit hard. Mud filled my mouth. The scar on my side lit up like someone had driven a hot nail straight through the muscle. I swallowed the sound that wanted to come out and brought the rifle up anyway.Nothing moved in the gray.Then the lighter steps started again—closer, lower, sliding between the trunks the way water finds cracks.Aryan’s body pressed over mine for half a second, solid and soaked, the heat of him cutting through the cold like a brand. His mouth found my ear.“Different gait. Different kit. Not with them.”I didn’t answer. The residual ache between my thighs stayed quiet under the sharper demand of the scar and the knowledge that someone new had just entered the hunt.A

Chapter 55: The Valley Doesn’t ForgetThe valley road stretched out under the rain like something that had swallowed better men than us and never spit them back up. I kept my eyes on the trees sliding past the window, rifle across my lap, counting the kilometers in the slow grind of my side and the way Aryan sat too still beside me.The new truck was quieter. Cleaner. The kind of civilian ride that only looked soft until you noticed the reinforced glass and the way the driver never took both hands off the wheel. Aryan rode in the back with me, body angled so he could see the road, the trees, and me without turning his head. He hadn’t touched me since that half-second of laced fingers after we left the logging cut. The absence sat heavier than the contact had.My side had settled into a deep, grinding throb that matched the tires on wet asphalt. Every small bump still sent a bright flare up my ribs, but the edge was different now. Less sharp. More constant. Like the injury had decided t

Chapter 57: The Contract Still BleedsThe vest went back on like it already hated me. Fresh gauze, tighter wrap, Aryan’s hands still carrying the ghost of antiseptic and that controlled fury he only let show when I was leaking again. My side didn’t just hurt. It throbbed with a mean, living pulse that made every breath feel like someone was twisting a knife between my ribs just to hear me flinch. I locked my jaw and shoved the pain down where it belonged. Pain was information. Information I could ignore until it tried to put me on the ground.We moved through the safe house like the walls might start whispering the second we turned our backs. Full dark. No lights. No engines. The rain outside had settled into a steady, spiteful curtain that turned every leaf into a possible ambush and every shadow into something that wanted us dead. Scout team already redeploying to the western approaches. The short-range crackled with updates that sat under my skin like static.Closing rate steady. Fo

Chapter 59: The House Without the PaperThe ridge spat us out like it was glad to be rid of us.I kept my rifle up until the last switchback vanished behind the tree line and the only sound left was the wet slap of boots and Ananya’s uneven breathing. My side had stopped pretending it was just a bruise. Every step lit a white-hot wire under the gauze. I didn’t slow. Aryan didn’t either. He moved like the injury I was carrying belonged to someone else, like the rain and the blood and the fourteen months of lies were just weather he intended to outrun.We hit the secondary marker hard. Scout team had already pulled the bodies into the undergrowth. Two thermal signatures down, just like they’d said. No time for mercy or questions. Engines growled somewhere lower on the logging road, getting closer. Aryan’s voice stayed flat on the short-range.“Package secured. Moving to blackout extract. Do not engage unless they crest the ridge. If they do, burn the road.”Acknowledgment crackled back.