All Chapters of The Alliance : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

ROSALINA'S POVThe acrid smell of smoke hung in the air, blending with the bloody odor that marked the scene. The air solidified in my throat, a cold weight pinning me in place when I glanced at the gaping hole leaking red onto the harsh gray floor. I backed away until I hit the chilly, moist wall, unable to look away from Nina’s dead eyes staring back at me.I stumbled backward, desperately trying to distance myself from the macabre scene. The taste of bile clawed at the back of my throat, and before I could comprehend what was happening, my body betrayed me. I doubled over, retching violently as the contents of my stomach splattered onto the floor beside Nina's lifeless form. I wiped my mouth with the back of my trembling hand, tears streaming down my face.A mixture of grief and guilt washed over me, leaving me paralyzed in the dimly lit room. I clutched at my chest, my heart pounding in sync with the horrific images burned into my mind.Antonio snickered, "Aww, little ballerina go

ROSALINA'S POVWith a forceful shove, Javier pushed me down onto the bed, his eyes alight with a perverse hunger that made my skin crawl. As he had promised, Javier wasted no time in fulfilling his twisted desires. With a cruel smile twisting his mouth, he reached for my injured ankle, his fingers like claws as he gripped it with a brutal force.Pain lashed at me like a searing whip as he applied pressure I cried out, a muffled scream escaping past the tape that bound my mouth, the agony unbearable as he snapped bone and sinew with a sickening crunch. He moved to the next leg, and I thrashed my head, begging him to stop. It only enticed his sadism. Tears welled in my eyes, hot and resentful as they mingled with the blood that stained the sheets beneath me. I tried to choke back the sobs that threatened to engulf me in pitch blackness. It was too painful.Just as I was about to surrender to the overwhelming hopelessness, a symphony of chaos erupted through the thick haze of pain. Guns

LEONARDO'S POV "You killed Junior," My brother's deadly remark could only make me scoff. "He is the reason why you're not with your wife anymore," I answered, taking the sip of coffee Sasha had graciously brewed for me. "He was leaking inside information about our plans.""Even so," Enzo trailed off. Almost catching something was off about me. I grinned. "You have nothing to worry about," I assured. "The thing you should worry about though... is how you're gonna convince Andrae for the alliance." Enzo wasn't convinced that I would give up on Rosalina only to marry my mortal enemy's sister out of the blue. But hey, I had to let my brother reunite with his wife even if that meant I had to give up on Rosalina. "Alright, Leo," Enzo said, although reluctantly. "We'll go see the Armandos tomorrow."***ROSALINA'S POVMy legs were getting better, but that didn't ease any of my depression. Of the despair, I was feeling for bidding goodbye to ballet forever. My wings were broken, I was no

ROSALINA'S POV Saint broke the news to me that Leonardo was getting married, and the bride wasn't me. Out of all the women he could have chosen to be his wife, it had to be Mia Armando. It was like he had slapped me across my face in public without actually doing it. I was no longer going through my life in a wheelchair anymore. I walked, but not as smoothly as before. Sebastian always stood by my side at all times in case I fell. He would catch me, or even pick me up if he noticed I pushed myself too hard, which I did very often than I liked to admit. The kitchen became one of my frequent places to visit and every time I entered, I heard Nonna's happy chatter about Lily being pregnant with a baby girl. That was the only news that was keeping my depression away. The thought of becoming a girl aunt couldn't have been more exciting. "You don't have to follow me everywhere I go, you know?" I teased Sebas sometimes."I don't want you breaking your nose this time," He said, with a hint

ROSALINA’S POV I decided to treat myself to a post-breakup marathon, because having two broken legs just wasn’t enough. This included the classic combination of binge-watching Netflix, scrolling endlessly through social media, and barricading myself in my room until someone knocked on my door out of concern for my well-being. Because who needs human interaction when you have streaming services and endless scrolling?This time, it was Isabella who checked in on me. A look of shock crossed her face seeing the pile of food scattered on my bed for me to dine on for the entire afternoon. A jar of pickles, cannolis, a basket of fresh apples, chocolate bars, and two cans of orange soda.“Are you gonna eat all that?” She asked, pointing a chipped nail at my comfort goodies. “Of course,” I said, before sinking my teeth into an apple with a delightful crunch.Elizabetta breezed in, sharing the same expression as her sister did. “You seriously need to stop acting depressed. Or else Nonna’s gonn