Lahat ng Kabanata ng Kiss Me While The World Burns: Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

Alexander burst back through the heavy iron door just as Eleanora yanked the silver spoon from Victoria’s locked jaw, a dark streak of blood trickling from Victoria’s cracked lip onto the damp floor. "Get your hands off her!" Alexander shouted, his voice echoing off the cold cement as he shoved the two massive guards backward, breaking their crushing grip on Victoria’s hair and shoulders. Victoria slumped forward into her chains, gasping for air, her chest heaving violently as she spit the bitter taste of metallic soup onto Eleanora’s spotless white shoes. Her head pounded from the sudden rush of pregnancy-induced nausea, her hands trembling uncontrollably inside the steel cuffs. "Alexander, know your place!" Eleanora snapped, wiping her shoe with a linen handkerchief, her eyes flashing with cold disgust. "She needs to be fed. I will not have my grandchild starving in this basement because of your weak stomach." "I said get out!" Alexander growled, stepping directly between Ele

Victoria’s hand slipped from the cold doorframe as her legs gave out completely. Exhaustion, severe pregnancy nausea, and blood loss crashed over her at once. Across the room, Eleanora stood over Alexander’s bleeding body, her gun raised. Before Eleanora could pull the trigger, a thunderous explosion blew the main doors off their hinges! Smoke, fire, and concrete dust filled the hall. Giordano burst through the smoke like an unhinged demon. He fired his shotgun, dropping three guards in seconds, then threw the empty gun into another guard's chest and broke his neck with his bare hands. He saw Victoria sitting on the floor. "VICTORIA!" Victoria tried to shout at him to run, but her voice died in her weak throat. Giordano ran toward her. But in that exact second, Eleanora stepped out from the dark smoke behind him and smashed a heavy metal baton right into the back of his head! CRACK! Giordano’s eyes rolled back, and he hit the floor hard, blacking out instantly. Eleanora snapp

Giordano’s dark, breathless chuckle cut through the suffocating silence of the bunker. The red digital timer on the vault terminal ticked down mercilessly: 00:15... 00:10... 00:05... "Press it, Eleanora," Giordano taunted, his voice smooth and cold as steel, despite the blood dripping down his temple. "Go on. Do it." "Burn in hell, both of you!" Screaming in unhinged, manic rage, Eleanora slammed her trembling palm onto the master execution button. Nothing blew up. No gas pipes ruptured. No seismic shockwave shook the concrete floor. Instead, the screens on both the EMP briefcase and the vault terminal flickered violently, glitching into cascading lines of bright crimson code. A massive surge of hijacked power burst through the roof vents, projecting a blinding, gigantic golden hologram high into the stormy ocean sky above the island. It was a glowing, ancient Chinese character for marriage: 囍. Eleanora stumbled back, her eyes wide with unadulterated horror as she stared up thro

The rain beat hard against Kany’s apartment window, making a loud, lonely sound in the dark room. Water droplets trickled down the cold glass in dark, unending streams, mirroring the storm raging inside her chest. Bruce sat on the sofa beside her, staring down at his broad, calloused hands. He had come over to check on her because he knew she was spiraling just as badly as Vito and Giordano. Neither of them wanted to be alone in their empty apartments with their dark, suffocating thoughts. Kany sat on the very edge of the cushions, looking at the hardwood floor with blank, tired eyes. Her face was pale, almost ghostly in the dim gray light filtering through the blinds. She looked small, fragile, and completely broken, a stark contrast to the sharp, unstoppable woman she usually was. "You haven't eaten all day, Kany," Bruce said softly. His voice was low and quiet in the still room, stripped of its usual gruff authority. "You need to stay strong." "How can I eat, Bruce?" Kany asked

Giordano stood completely frozen in the dark, paralyzed by pure, unadulterated shock. His fingers lost all feeling, and the heavy steel sidearm slipped from his hand, thudding softly onto the thick rug near his bare feet. He took a trembling step forward, his bloodshot eyes stretched wide with complete disbelief. His frantic mind raced, trying to figure out if he had finally lost his mind after ninety days of torturous grief. Months of drowning in cheap whiskey, suffocating in total isolation, and staring at the dark walls made him wonder if his brain was playing another sick trick on him. He had seen her shadow in the corners of his room before. He had heard her voice in his sleep a hundred times. "No," Giordano muttered, backing away slightly and shaking his head in total denial. "No, this is not happening. I am hallucinating again. I am losing my mind." "Giordano," Victoria said softly, her voice steady and warm. "No!" Giordano yelled, his voice cracking as he slammed his hand