Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Unwanted Witness : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Vivienne shouted again. “Enough! Both of you stop this right now!”But the words only hung in the air until Alessandro stepped forward, his face cold and calm.“Jealousy doesn’t excuse what you did,” he said flatly.Sophia turned to him, her voice shaking. “You don’t understand, Alessandro. I loved you. I really did.”Alessandro didn’t flinch. He walked closer and placed both hands firmly on her shoulders. His eyes stayed sharp.“Listen to me, Sophia,” he said. “I only left what you did slide because you’re my in-law now. My wife is your cousin. Otherwise, you’d be answering to me in a very different way.”Sophia’s eyes filled with tears. “I’m sorry…”Alessandro let go of her shoulders. “Sorry won’t fix what you did. You tried to destroy something you could never have. And trust me — if you try anything again, I won’t let it go.”Sophia looked away, trembling.Vivienne sighed deeply, turning to Isabella. “Please, Isabella, go downstairs. I’ll talk to her.”Isabella wiped her tears but

The night wind howled as two black cars sped down the highway. Headlights cut through the darkness. Inside one of the cars, Alessandro’s men, Lucas and Marco, kept their eyes fixed on the van ahead.“There it is!” Marco shouted, pointing toward the black van swerving through traffic.Lucas gritted his teeth. “Stay close. We can’t lose them.”The van moved fast, cutting through every opening on the road. Marco hit the gas harder, weaving between cars. The distance began to close little by little.“I’m getting their plate,” Lucas said, leaning forward. “Just a few more seconds…”But before they could reach close enough, the van suddenly turned sharply into a narrow road on the right — a road that split into two directions.“Shit!” Marco cursed, slamming the brakes. “Which way did they go?”Lucas looked ahead, scanning both paths. The van’s tail lights had vanished into the darkness. The road was empty.“They took the smaller road,” Marco said quickly, steering in that direction. The tir

The morning light crept slowly through the tall windows of the mansion. The house was quiet, the kind of quiet that made the air feel heavy.Down the long corridor, a thick metal door stood closed. Behind it, Lilian sat on the cold floor with her back against the wall. Her wrists and ankles were chained to the bedpost. The chain was heavy, and every small movement made it clink against the floor.Her eyes were still covered with a blindfold. She hadn’t slept. Her throat was dry. Every sound outside the door made her heart race.Then she heard footsteps. Slow. Calm. Getting closer.The door creaked open.She flinched and pressed her knees to her chest.A man’s voice filled the room. Deep. Smooth. Dangerous.“Good morning, Lilian.”She froze. “Who are you? Please— I haven’t done anything.”The man chuckled lightly. “I know you haven’t.”He walked in and closed the door behind him. The sound of the lock clicking echoed through the small room.Lilian trembled. “Please let me go. I don’t e

Chapter — The MessageThe sound of car tires on gravel echoed through the Sinclair driveway. It was late morning, and the house, though large and beautiful, felt cold. The maids had been cleaning quietly all morning, their faces pale with worry since the news of the kidnapping.When the front doors opened, Vivienne turned sharply from where she stood near the staircase. Her heart leapt when she saw the man walking in — tall, gray-haired, in a dark blue suit, rolling his luggage behind him.“Matteo!” she cried, rushing toward him.He barely had time to drop his suitcase before she threw her arms around him. He caught her quickly, a small smile touching his tired face.“Vivienne,” he said softly, holding her close. “I missed you.”She clung to him tightly. “You were gone for so long. I’ve missed you so much.”He kissed her forehead gently, breathing in the familiar scent of home. “It feels good to be back.” Then, noticing the tension in her shoulders, he frowned. “What’s wrong? You look

Lorenzo slipped off his suit jacket, draping it carelessly over a nearby chair before turning towards the glass door. Matteo watched, frozen, as Lorenzo entered the room, the door clicking softly behind him, and Sophia immediately rose from the bed, her face lighting up with genuine delight. She wrapped her arms around Lorenzo's neck, pulling him close with an intimate familiarity that made Matteo's stomach twist. "What took you so long?" she asked, her voice tinny but clear through the phone's speaker for Matteo to hear as she pressed her cheek against his shoulder. Matteo gripped the device tighter, knuckles white, as Sophia leaned back to study Lorenzo's face. "I was doing something," Lorenzo replied casually, his thumb tracing her jawline. "Y'know, business." Sophia’s answering smile was a slow one,, utterly unlike the daughter Matteo remembered and knew. "Then let’s get down to business," she breathed, fingers already working at Lorenzo’s shirt buttons. Matteo recoiled at her to