Chapter 116:DEAD!The rooftop was silent after the echo of the gunshot faded. Elijah’s body lay still, his smirk finally gone, replaced by the cold, empty stare of death. Olivia stood beside me, breathing heavily, her eyes locked on his lifeless form. The wind whipped around us, carrying the faint sound of sirens in the distance. We didn’t have much time before the authorities arrived.“We need to go,” Olivia whispered, her voice low but firm.I nodded, pulling her away from the body. Harris and Marcus joined us moments later, their faces grim but focused.“Is he dead?” Harris asked, though he already knew the answer.“Yeah,” I replied flatly. “It’s done.”Marcus let out a low whistle. “Good. That bastard was asking for it.”Olivia shot him a sharp look. “This isn’t over, Marcus.”He raised an eyebrow. “Come on, Liv. We’ve taken out Blackwell and now Elijah. Who else is left?”I clenched my jaw. “That’s what I’m worried about.”Daniel’s voice crackled through the earpiece. “Guys, you
I sat in the living room, the guilt of it all pressing down on me. Olivia sat across from me, her eyes locked on mine. She didn’t have to say anything. I knew she was thinking the same thing. “We need to find him,” she said softly, breaking the silence. I nodded. “We will.” Marcus walked in, stretching his arms. “Any news?” “Not yet,” I replied. “Daniel’s still searching.” Harris joined us, sitting on the edge of the couch. “Whoever this guy is, he’s careful. He knew we’d be at that meeting, and he planned for it.” Olivia exhaled sharply. “And now, he’s planning his next move.” I clenched my jaw. “Then we need to move faster.” As if on cue, Daniel’s voice called out from the other room. “Got something!” We rushed to the small office where Daniel was seated, his fingers flying over the keyboard. The screen showed a series of encrypted messages, but one stood out. “I traced the phone number from the message you got,” Daniel explained. “It was bouncing off multiple towers, but I
Chapter 118: Back To The World.Alicia's Pov.The cold metal bars were the first thing I saw every morning. The sound of keys jingling and guards yelling was my daily alarm. Prison wasn’t meant for someone like me. Alicia Hayes. Daughter of one of the most powerful businessmen in the country. I wasn’t supposed to be here, surrounded by criminals who didn’t even know the meaning of real power.But here I was.I sat on the thin mattress of my bunk, staring at the dull gray wall in front of me. My perfectly manicured nails were chipped now, and my blonde hair, once always styled to perfection, was tied back in a messy ponytail. This place drained everything out of you.Still, I wasn’t broken.I wouldn’t let them break me. Not Leonardo. Not Olivia. Not even my father, who had promised to get me out but had left me rotting in this hellhole.I gritted my teeth at the thought of him. He had the resources, the connections, and yet... nothing. Weeks had passed, and I was still here. Forgott
Chapter 119: Soon Came true.Alicia's Pov.The days dragged on, but I wasn’t counting them anymore. My mind was focused on one thing—freedom. I knew it was coming. I could feel it. Victor wasn’t someone who made promises he couldn’t keep. And when he said he would get me out, I believed him.Every morning, I woke up expecting it to be the day. And every night, I went to sleep telling myself, “Soon.”Carla noticed the change in me. She watched me closely, like she was waiting for me to say something. But I didn’t. Not yet.One evening, after dinner, she finally spoke up. “You’re different.”I raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”“You’re not sulking anymore,” she said, smirking. “You’ve got that look.”“What look?”“The look of someone who knows something the rest of us don’t.”I chuckled softly. “Maybe I do.”She leaned back against the wall. “So, when’s it happening?”I glanced around, making sure no one was listening. “Soon.”She nodded, satisfied. “Good.”That night, as I lay on
Chapter 120: Alicia's Comeback.Alicia's Pov The city lights blurred through the tinted windows of Victor’s car as we drove through the quiet streets. I leaned back in my seat, the cool leather against my skin a reminder that I wasn’t in a prison cell anymore. Freedom tasted sweet, but revenge would taste even sweeter.Victor sat beside me, his hands steady on the wheel, a faint smirk on his lips. He enjoyed this just as much as I did. Maybe more. We were alike in many ways—dangerous, calculated, and unforgiving.“Where are we going?” I asked softly, my voice calm but curious.He glanced at me briefly. “Somewhere quiet. We need to talk.”I nodded, knowing better than to question him too much. Victor wasn’t someone you pushed. Not unless you wanted to get burned.We pulled into a secluded driveway, the house barely visible behind tall trees and high walls. Security cameras blinked in the dark, and I smiled to myself. He was careful. Smart. I liked that.Inside, the house was modern
Alicia's Pov.The sound of rain tapping against the windows filled the room, but I barely noticed it. My eyes were glued to the laptop screen in front of me, scrolling through endless news articles about Olivia Bennett. The headlines still flashed in my mind.“Olivia’s Dark Past Revealed: The Secrets She Tried to Hide.”The media was eating it up, and I couldn’t stop smiling. Olivia’s perfect little world was starting to crack, and I wasn’t even close to being done.Victor walked into the room, holding two glasses of wine. He handed me one and leaned against the desk, watching me with that amused smirk he always had.“Enjoying yourself?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.“Very much,” I replied, taking a sip. “She must be losing her mind right now.”Victor chuckled softly. “Probably. But don’t get too comfortable. Leonardo will fight back.”I set the glass down and turned to face him. “Let him. I’m ready.”He studied me for a moment, his dark eyes unreadable. “You really hate them, don’t
Chapter 122:Alicia's Pov.The morning after the charity event, I woke up with a lingering smile. The image of Olivia’s pale face and Leonardo’s clenched jaw played in my mind like a favorite song. They thought they could live their happy little life without consequences. Last night was just a reminder that I wasn’t going anywhere.Victor was already up, sitting in the living room with his laptop open. His dark eyes flicked up when I walked in, wearing one of his oversized shirts. He smirked, amused by my comfortable appearance.“Sleep well?” he asked, his tone light.“Very,” I replied, pouring myself a cup of coffee. “Olivia’s fear is the best lullaby.”Victor chuckled. “She was definitely shaken.”I sat across from him, tucking my legs under me. “Any news?”He leaned back, tapping his fingers on the table. “Leonardo’s been busy. He’s tightened security around Olivia. Cameras, guards, the whole thing.”“Predictable,” I muttered. “He thinks walls and cameras will keep me away.”Vic
Chapter 123:Olivia's Pov.The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the room. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at my phone. Another message from Alicia. Another reminder that she was still out there, waiting, watching. My fingers trembled as I read her words again.“Did you sleep well, Olivia? Sweet dreams won’t last forever.”I felt a lump in my throat, the familiar weight of fear pressing down on me. No matter where I turned, she was there. In my mind, in my nightmares, in every corner of my life. I thought we were free of her. I thought her arrest meant the end. But Alicia Hayes was like a ghost that refused to rest.“Olivia?”Leonardo’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. I looked up to see him standing in the doorway, concern etched into his handsome features. His dark hair was slightly messy, his shirt unbuttoned at the top, and even in my fear, my heart skipped at the sight of him. But I couldn’t let myself get lost in him righ
Chapter 159: Growing TogetherOlivia's POV"Mommy! Can I go play outside?" Lily's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.I turned to find her standing by the back door, already in her sneakers, her backpack slung over her shoulder as though she was ready for an adventure."Did you finish your chores first?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.Lily made a face but nodded. "Yes, Mommy. I made my bed, and I put away my books."I smiled. "Alright, go ahead. But make sure to stay close, okay?"She grinned and ran outside, her blonde hair streaming behind her. Ethan, who had been playing with his toy cars on the floor, looked up at me."Mommy, can I go outside too?"I knelt down to his level, brushing a stray curl from his face. "After breakfast, sweetie."He pouted but nodded, his little lips pulling into a tight line as he held up his toy truck.I went back to the kitchen, turning off the stove and preparing to set the table. Just as I placed the last plate down, I felt a pair of strong arms wrap
Chapter 158: A Life of LoveOlivia’s POVThe afternoon sun filtered through the trees, casting soft golden hues over the yard. I stood by the kitchen sink, watching through the window as Leonardo played outside with our daughter. Their laughter echoed in the crisp air, blending with the rustling of leaves.She sat perched on his shoulders, her tiny hands gripping his hair as he ran in circles, pretending to be a horse.“Faster, Daddy!” she squealed.Leonardo groaned dramatically. “Princess, Daddy is getting old.”She giggled, tapping his head. “No, you’re not! You’re strong like a superhero!”I smiled, my heart swelling.This was our life now. Simple, filled with love.No more running. No more looking over our shoulders. Just us.I wiped my hands on a towel and made my way outside. The air was crisp, the scent of pine and fresh grass wrapping around me.Leonardo spotted me first. A slow grin spread across his lips. “Look who finally decided to join us.”Our daughter gasped. “Mommy,
Chapter 157: A Love That LastsOlivia’s POVThe sound of soft laughter echoed through the cabin as I stepped into the kitchen, rubbing sleep from my eyes. The morning sunlight filtered through the windows, casting a golden glow over the wooden floors. The air smelled of fresh coffee and something sweet—pancakes, maybe.I followed the scent, my heart warming at the sight before me.Leonardo stood at the stove, shirtless, wearing only loose pajama pants. His dark hair was still tousled from sleep, and the muscles in his back flexed as he flipped a pancake with effortless ease. But what made me smile the most was the little girl sitting on the counter beside him, her tiny hands clapping together as she watched her father cook."Again, Daddy!" she giggled.Leonardo grinned and spun the spatula between his fingers before tossing the pancake into the air. It flipped twice before landing perfectly back in the pan."Like that, princess?" he asked.She nodded enthusiastically, her brown cur
Chapter 156: EpilogueOlivia’s POVThe mountain air was crisp as I stood on the wooden balcony, gazing at the endless stretch of pine trees below. The sun had just dipped behind the peaks, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. The wind whispered through the branches, carrying with it the clean scent of rain and earth.It was quiet here. Peaceful.Safe.For the first time in months, I could breathe without fear coiling around my throat. The Russo family was gone. Matteo Russo was dead. The house, the network, the legacy—destroyed. Harris had confirmed it with photos and reports. There was no one left to hunt us. No shadows lurking behind cameras. No footsteps echoing in the night.Leonardo stepped onto the balcony beside me, two mugs of coffee in hand. He handed me one, then wrapped his free arm around my waist, pulling me into his warmth."Thinking again?" he asked softly.I leaned against him, feeling his steady heartbeat through his sweater. "Always."He kissed the top
Final Chapter(155)Leonardo’s POVThe sharp sound of footsteps echoed through the stairwell as Olivia and I sprinted toward the exit. Smoke burned my throat, and every muscle in my body screamed for rest, but we couldn’t stop. Not now. Not with Matteo Russo closing in.We reached the ground floor and burst through the emergency exit into the alley. The cold night air hit me like a slap. I scanned the shadows for movement, gun raised. Olivia stood beside me, her eyes wide and wild.The phone in my pocket buzzed again.Another message.“You can’t run forever.”I gritted my teeth and shoved the phone back into my jacket. "He’s playing with us," I muttered.Olivia’s voice shook. "He’s just a kid, Leonardo.""No," I said, scanning the rooftops. "He stopped being a kid the moment Victor put a gun in his hand."She hugged herself, shivering. I placed a hand on her arm, grounding her. "We end this tonight.""How?" she asked.I didn’t have an answer.The phone buzzed again.I hesitated, then
Chapter 154Olivia’s POVThe smell of smoke lingered in the air as I stood beside Leonardo, staring at the burning ruins of the Russo compound. The flames crackled, devouring the walls, the floors—everything Matteo Russo had built to continue his father’s legacy.But the weight in my chest wouldn’t lift. The fire might’ve destroyed the compound, but the memories remained. The sight of Matteo’s small body hitting the floor haunted me. His lifeless eyes. The blood spreading across his shirt.He’d been just a boy. A boy raised to hate, to kill, to continue the twisted family tradition. And Leonardo had been forced to pull the trigger."Olivia," Leonardo said softly, his voice pulling me from my thoughts.I blinked, realizing I’d been clutching my arms so tightly that my nails had dug into my skin. I loosened my grip. "Yeah?""We need to go. The police will be here soon."I gave a shaky nod.Leonardo took my hand, guiding me toward the car parked beyond the tree line. The headlights wer
Chapter 153:Leonardo’s POVThe photograph of the baby lay on the table, the words "Blood runs deep" scrawled across the back in thick red ink. Olivia sat beside me, her eyes locked on the image as though it might come to life. My own thoughts churned like a storm, each one darker than the last.Victor Russo had a son. An heir. A child born into a legacy of violence and manipulation."We didn’t know," Olivia whispered, voice trembling. "We thought we ended the family."I ran a hand down my face, exhaustion pressing against my skull. "Victor always had contingency plans. We underestimated him.""But how?" she asked. "We dug into every aspect of his life. There was nothing about a kid.""Because he wanted it that way." I stood and paced the length of the living room. "Victor was always obsessed with bloodlines. Family. Legacy. Of course, he’d hide a child until he was ready to use him."Olivia rubbed her arms. "He looked so...calm. That boy at the door. Like he wasn’t scared at all.""
Chapter 152: LEONARDO!Leonardo's pov.The timer stopped at 00:59.Olivia dropped the knife and collapsed against me, sobbing. I held her tightly.Harris groaned. "Did...we win?"I glanced at Victor’s body. His eyes stared blankly at the ceiling."Yeah," I said. "We won."Harris’s team arrived within minutes. They removed the bomb and secured the mansion. Harris, bruised but breathing, sat on the porch while medics checked his vitals.Olivia and I stood nearby, watching the sunrise paint the sky in soft oranges and pinks."It’s really over," she whispered.I wrapped my arm around her. "This time, it is."She leaned into me. "No more running?""No more running," I promised.The Russo family was gone.And we were finally free.Olivia’s POVThe morning sunlight crept across the horizon, casting a soft orange glow over the Gael estate. The warmth should have brought comfort, a sense of peace after the nightmare we’d survived. But as I stood on the porch beside Leonardo, the weight of what
Chapter 151:Leonardo’s POVThe headlights sliced through the dark as I sped away from the cemetery, my knuckles white against the steering wheel. Olivia sat beside me, silent, her body rigid with fear. The message on my phone echoed in my mind:“The devil doesn’t die.”Victor Russo was alive. Or someone who looked and sounded exactly like him.I didn’t believe in ghosts. But I knew the Russos were capable of almost anything. Victor had faked his death once already. Why not twice?"Leonardo," Olivia said softly.I glanced at her, her face pale in the dim light. "Yeah?""How...how is this possible?" Her voice cracked. "We saw his body. We saw the coroner’s report."I didn’t have an answer. I’d held Victor’s cold wrist to check for a pulse that day. I’d seen the bullet hole in his forehead. But tonight...I’d seen him standing beneath the trees, breathing, smiling."We’re missing something," I said finally. "Something big."She hugged herself. "What if it really was him?"I gritted my t