Lahat ng Kabanata ng Buried Beneath Sin: Kabanata 181 - Kabanata 187

The old freight terminal smelled like iron and rain—an open wound on the river’s edge. Its roof sagged in places where the fire years ago had eaten through, letting dawn leak in gray and cold. Three empires had brought their skeletons here. Three names that had burned New York from the inside ou

The city exhaled like a wounded animal after the storm. For weeks, smoke hung low over the East River, the scent of gunpowder clinging to the skyline. It was the smell of endings—and beginnings. The old order was dead. Now came the quieter war: rebuilding. The funerals lasted three days. They

Morning came soft for once. No alarms, no calls from Vince, no coded messages blinking red on her phone. Just light — the kind that filtered gently through the kitchen windows, gold and domestic. The kind that didn’t belong in a house like the DeLuca estate. Grace sat at the counter, legs crossed,

Below, the city moved on. It always did. But for once, it bowed—not in fear, not in surrender, but in acknowledgment. The old order was gone. The heirs had become sovereigns. He walked her from the balcony into the bedroom, his fingers laced with hers, the moonlight casting silver shadows across t