Chapter 161 —You don't want to knowNarrator:Aylin watched him on the screen, her brow slightly furrowed. Roman's face was calm, even relaxed, but she knew him too well. That kind of calm wasn't real. It was the silence that preceded something dark.“You're different,” she said, her voice low but firm. “Your face, your tone, the surroundings... everything. Something has changed.”Roman held her gaze, and only after a second passed did he reply:“I'm free, Aylin. I'm no longer in a cell, I'm now under house arrest, which means I'm at home, but with an electronic ankle bracelet.” He turned on the light, and Aylin immediately recognized the place. He lowered his cell phone to his ankle and showed it to her.She blinked.“How is that possible, with all the charges you had?”“It turns out Miranda is dead.”The impact was sudden. Aylin barely moved, but the expression in her eyes changed completely. She didn't ask how, or when. She just looked at him, straight on.“Tell me if you had anythi

Chapter 163 —I Have to GoNarrator:Sasha stood there in the middle of the garden, her fists clenched and her eyes fixed on the darkness. She didn't understand. She couldn't understand how Eros, who was always there for her, who took care of her, who looked at her with that tenderness that sometimes took her breath away... couldn't love her the way she loved him.A tear fell without asking permission. Then another. And another. Until she sat down on the edge of the fountain, curled up, her knees against her chest and her face buried in her arms. She cried silently. She cried because she felt stupid. For having thrown herself into it. For having believed that he could feel the same way. For not knowing how to extinguish that fire, which was new to her, unknown, and should never have been lit.She felt that something had broken inside her. And the worst part was that, no matter how hard she tried to blame him, she couldn't. Because Eros hadn't been cruel. He had just... been honest. And

Chapter 165 —AmbushNarrator:The car drove smoothly along the dusty road that wound its way out of town. The sun was already high in the sky, but the air still retained that false calm of rural mornings. Eros was in the back seat, his seatbelt loosely fastened, distracted by his cell phone. The driver, a tall, quiet man, hadn't said a word since picking him up.Everything seemed calm. Until, suddenly... all hell broke loose.First there was a sharp crack. Then another. The windows shattered at the same time as the windshield exploded into a thousand pieces. The sound of bullets piercing the metal was like a rain of shrapnel.“What the hell...?” Eros shouted, ducking suddenly as a burst of gunfire flew over his head.The driver tried to maneuver, but the car skidded. Another shot and then another. The driver's body shook and he let out a guttural groan. The car skidded slightly, but didn't stop.Eros reacted as if driven by something he didn't understand. He lunged forward between the

Chapter 167 —The EscapeNarrator:The vibration of the door echoed through the house. Three sharp knocks. Aylin jumped.“Ash and steel,” she heard Santiago say. She knew that was the signal, so she let him in.Santiago entered first. He wore a dark jacket, his face serious, his gun clearly visible at his side. Behind him, ten men entered without saying a word, moving like trained pieces on a chessboard. They quickly dispersed, taking up strategic positions: windows, hallways, back doors. One of them ran upstairs without anyone having to tell him what to do.“Where are the others?” Santiago asked as he scanned the room.“Eros is upstairs with Sasha. El Diablo is still on the video call,” Aylin replied, her voice tense.At that moment, from above, the man stationed on the roof shouted:“They're coming! They're coming!”Santiago looked up quickly.“How many?”“Eight cars! EIGHT!”The silence lasted barely a second. Aylin felt the world stop for a moment. And then, from the cell phone Eros

Chapter 169 —That JewelryNarrator:Roman was sitting in his office, his sleeves rolled up and his face bent over some papers he wasn't reading. He was frowning, his fingers drumming on the wood, as if each tap marked a plan. Dominic appeared in the doorway.“Any news?”Roman didn't look up.“I need you to talk to the guy at the hangar.”“Which one? Ours?”“Yes. The one who maintains the jet. Get it ready.”Dominic looked at him for a few seconds.“So it can fly today?”Roman looked up. His eyes were dark, leaving no room for doubt.“Tonight. So make sure it's loaded, operational, and no nosy parkers around.”Understood."Keep it discreet.Dominic turned to leave and walked out without another word. Roman was left alone. He got up slowly, walked to the window, and rested his hand on the frame. He looked out at the garden as if he could see beyond it. As if he already knew he would never set foot in that house again without leaving blood in his wake.After a while, Dominic returned with