All Chapters of The Dark Angel Of Merciless Deaths: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

As the reality of Nello's possible escape loomed, my heart ached with the thought of him evading justice for the pain he had inflicted. Antonio's revelation of capturing Nello had initially lifted a weight off my shoulders, but now the possibility of his release threatened to shroud me in guilt and remorse, a burden too heavy to bear.In that tense moment, Antonio took a step closer, his presence a comforting anchor amidst the storm of emotions. My tears blurred my vision, and I sniffled as his right thumb tenderly brushed away the tears from my left cheek before moving to my right. His hands cradled my face, gently lifting it so that our eyes met, locked in a poignant exchange.The coldness I had sensed in Antonio's gaze seemed to melt away, replaced by something softer, more understanding. His eyes bore into mine, and I found a semblance of solace in that connection. It was as if he was trying to convey his thoughts and emotions through his gaze, bridging the gap between his inscruta

"You must trust me, Don Antonio," I pleaded, my voice a mixture of desperation and conviction. "I am innocent of the accusations you're throwing my way. I was a victim of the kidnappers, just like you were," Nello Spatz asserted with a steely resolve in his gaze.As the weight of Nello's words settled in, my eyes widened in disbelief. I shifted my gaze to Antonio, who met my questioning look with a piercing stare that seemed to slice through the tension in the room. My mouth fell open, aghast at how confidently Nello spun his tale. Doubt gnawed at the edges of my mind, unsure why he would fabricate such a story, and I found myself dumbfounded by the audacity of his narrative."You're weaving a web of lies!" I retorted, my voice sharp and incensed. I took hesitant steps closer to him, my fingers outstretched as if ready to claw at the veil obscuring the truth. A surge of raw emotion coursed through me, driving me to confront him head-on. While I couldn't quite comprehend my own fervor,

I found myself struggling for breath, the air in my lungs seemingly evaporating, as if an invisible force had sealed them shut. Antonios’ grip on my waist remained unwavering, grounding me in the intensity of the moment. The sensation was all-encompassing; I felt myself becoming deeply immersed in the electric charge that surged between us. A fervent desire stirred within me, a hunger for more, for a connection that transcended the physical.This longing bore a tingling sensation, like a current of electricity dancing beneath my skin, causing my legs to tremble involuntarily. As he held me close, I yearned for a depth of connection that matched the intensity of my emotions.“Answer my…” I began to speak, my words carrying the weight of my feelings, my heart ready to pour itself out. However, before I could finish expressing myself, Antonio pulled me closer to him, his gaze locking onto mine with a mixture of longing and passion. In that moment, his lips found mine again, and we were d

"Yes, yes, I am gay," Antonio's affirmation echoed persistently in my ears, the weight of those words sinking in like an anchor. As I gazed into the mirror, days after that heart-wrenching incident, my eyes brimmed with tears that threatened to spill over. The sheer honesty of his admission shattered my heart into a million pieces.It felt surreal, like a dream I desperately wished to wake up from, yet the harsh reality persisted. I couldn't comprehend why, but my tears seemed to flow incessantly, blurring my reflection as I stared at myself in the mirror. The mirror, once a simple reflective surface, now bore witness to my inner turmoil and the storm raging within me.The sound of that word—"gay"—hung heavy in the air, its impact reverberating in the depths of my being. Both day and night, I found myself succumbing to fits of uncontrollable sobbing. This level of brokenness was foreign to me, a sensation I had never experienced before. It was as if the very foundation of my world had

I entered the room without bothering to knock, my eyes brimming with eagerness as I sought to uncover the enigma that lay before me. Dima and Guila stood in such close proximity that it was impossible to ignore, causing my gaze to narrow as their unexpected presence startled me. "Dima?" I gasped, my voice betraying my shock, my eyes darting back and forth between Guila and Dima as I tried to decipher the situation that had unfolded."Olga," Guila's voice sliced through the air, her eyes narrowing in response to my intrusion. My mind whirled, struggling to piece together the puzzle that had suddenly materialized. The notion of Dima and Guila sharing a connection had never crossed my mind before, leaving me awestruck by their seemingly intimate stance, like old confidantes."What's happening? Dima, you're here with Guila?" I faltered, my words stumbling over each other as I attempted to make sense of the scene unraveling before me. The waves of astonishment that washed over me seemed t