All Chapters of The Mafia billionaire's Revenge Bride : Chapter 61 - Chapter 68

Chapter 61: The Past Burns, the Hunters ComeThe rain hit like a bastard with a personal vendetta the second we cleared the alley. Cold, heavy, relentless, the kind that soaked through tactical fabric and found every cut, every bruise, every place the body still remembered being opened. My side throbbed under the fresh pad, a deep, ugly pulse that matched the hammering of the downpour on the concrete. Aryan moved half a step ahead, silent, the titanium cylinder and the data strip sealed against his chest like they were the only things keeping the world from splitting open.Two external guards under the leaking awning. One still smoking, the cherry of the cigarette a tiny orange eye in the dark. The other had his weight on the wrong foot, eyes tracking the street instead of the service approach. Neither of them looked ready for what was coming. That was the problem with residual operators who had spent too long waiting for someone else to give the order. Desperation made them twitchy. C

Chapter 63: The Ghost We BuriedThe magnetic lock gave with a sound like a spine snapping.I was already moving before the first boot cleared the threshold. Rifle up. Cheek welded to the stock. The cold air of the server farm bit deeper as the door bowed inward and then exploded open in a spray of sparks and twisted metal. Rain and flashlight beams poured in together. Three shapes in the first wave—black kit, suppressed carbines, moving like they had practiced this exact breach a hundred times in a warehouse that didn’t smell of ozone and my blood.Aryan’s voice was a blade across the racks. “Left.”I took the left. The first man came in high, muzzle sweeping for center mass. I put two rounds through the gap under his plate and watched him fold sideways into the nearest rack. Servers shrieked as metal met bone. The second man tried to use the falling body for cover. Aryan’s rifle spoke once—flat, final—and the second man’s head snapped back hard enough to lift his boots off the concret

Chapter 65: The Ghost Still Has TeethRiya’s POVThe rain did not ease. It only changed its mind about how it wanted to kill the city. One minute it came in sheets that made the corrugated roof sound like a drumline of the damned. The next it turned into a steady, spiteful hiss that worked its way through every crack and dripped somewhere in the dark like a clock counting down how long we still had to live.Aryan’s hand stayed over the fresh bandage the entire time. Not gripping. Just resting there like the weight of his palm could convince the wound to behave. His thumb moved in the smallest circles against the edge of the tape. I could feel every careful pass of it. I could also feel the way his body stayed coiled even in the afterglow, every muscle still listening for the next thing that wanted to crawl out of the past and bite.I let the quiet stretch until it started to itch.“You’re doing that thing again,” I murmured against his throat.His voice came out low, still rough from e

Chapter 67: The Dead Don’t Knock Twice**Riya’s POV**The third set of tires didn’t announce itself with the same soft, wet thump as the first two. It was quieter. More careful. Like the driver already knew the ground was soft with rain and blood and didn’t want to wake whatever still slept under it.Aryan’s hand left mine the second the sound reached us. He was already moving, already angling his body between me and the open side door, Glock low and ready. Ananya had frozen halfway across the room, rifle half-raised, eyes cutting toward the entrance.I stayed where I was. Sitting on the edge of the mattress with the fresh pad pressed hard against my side, the med kit open beside me, the taste of Aryan’s blood still ghosting the inside of my mouth from where I’d bitten him. The wound had opinions. I told it to shut the fuck up and keep the rest of the blood inside where it belonged.Outside, the engine cut.One door opened.One.Not six. Not four. One.Aryan’s shoulders didn’t relax. I