Lahat ng Kabanata ng BLOOD TIE AND BROKEN VOWS : Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

Dawn crept over the city like a reluctant confession. Smoke still rose from the southern districts, curling against a bruised sky. Damian’s car rolled through the gates of the Moretti Council Hall in absolute silence, escorted by Wolves on black motorcycles. The iron gates shut behind them with a heavy metallic groan — a sound that felt final, like a door closing on whatever fragile peace the night before had left.Inside the car, Adriana sat opposite him, her wrists folded tightly in her lap. She wore black again — a sharp, fitted blazer, trousers, and a silk blouse the color of old blood. The bruises on her neck hadn’t fully faded, and the cut along her cheekbone was still raw. She hadn’t covered it. She wanted them to see.Damian’s gaze lingered on her longer than it should have. The darkness under her eyes, the set of her jaw — she looked like someone who had survived a storm only to march straight into another.“You don’t have to come,” he said quietly, breaking the tense silence

The storm over the city had not yet passed, but for the first time in months, there was a tense, expectant silence. The streets were being swept clean of blood, the dead counted, and the living forced to pick sides. It was in this fragile pause that the question of succession rose to the surface—a question that could either solidify Adriana’s fragile hold on power or shatter it.The grand hall of the Romano estate was filled with the heads of the surviving families, each draped in black attire as if mourning what they’d lost. But their eyes—sharp, calculating—betrayed their true thoughts. Power had changed hands, and they wanted to see who would wield it next.At the head of the long mahogany table sat Adriana, dressed in deep crimson. Not as a grieving fiancée, not as a daughter of the fallen Lion—but as a queen without a crown. Damian stood behind her, not at her side this time, but slightly to the left, a wolf guarding its territory. The rumors about him—about them—had already spre

The great hall of the Romano estate had never been so quiet. The long table that had once echoed with the voices of crime lords and conspirators now stood like a monument to everything that had been broken—and rebuilt. Heavy velvet curtains framed the tall windows, through which dawn’s pale light spilled across the marble floor. The city outside was still scarred, but for the first time in years, the streets were not ruled by gunfire.Adriana stood at the head of the hall, her black dress a flowing cascade of power and mourning. The war had taken much, and it showed in the faint hollows beneath her eyes, the sharper set of her jaw. But it had also forged something new inside her—unyielding steel wrapped in quiet fire.Damian approached from the opposite end, his presence commanding as always. His suit was dark, tailored, but the faint rip at the cuff and the bruise shadowing his cheek told the story of the war’s last battles. His wolf-like gaze swept the room, assessing every corner a

The bells rang out across the city, their iron voices echoing through narrow streets and wide piazzas, summoning allies, soldiers, and enemies alike to witness what no one thought possible.The wedding of the Lion and the Wolf.The Romano cathedral, once reserved only for the family’s most sacred ceremonies, had been transformed overnight. Crimson banners draped from the vaulted ceilings, embroidered with gold lions and silver wolves intertwined—a symbol of a union that was both a truce and a declaration of war against any who dared oppose them.Outside, torches burned in long, unbroken lines along the steps, lighting the path like veins of flame leading to destiny. Armed guards stood shoulder to shoulder. Above them, snipers scanned the rooftops. This wasn’t just a wedding; it was a fortress.Adriana stood in her private chamber before a towering mirror, dressed in a gown that merged two worlds. The bodice was a deep, royal red—Romano blood—embroidered with gold thread that caught th

The cathedral was silent at last.Smoke still curled from the shattered windows, and the scent of gunpowder clung to the air like a bitter perfume. Outside, the city hummed with whispers of what had just transpired — the wedding that almost became a massacre, the death of Enzo Vieri, and the fall of the last betrayer.Inside the candlelit hall, Damian and Adriana stood alone. The guests had been escorted to safety, the soldiers had secured the perimeter, and the council was locked in heated discussions elsewhere. For the first time since the gunshot shattered their vows, it was just the two of them.Adriana’s wedding gown was torn at the hem, streaked with ash. Blood — not hers — marked one shoulder where she’d fought alongside Damian’s men. Her hair had come loose, cascading around her face like wildfire, and yet… she had never looked more powerful.Damian approached her slowly, like a man stepping toward a flame he both feared and craved. “You saved my life,” he said softly.Her lip