All Chapters of The Dark Angel Of Merciless Deaths: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

"Please, take care of Antonio," Guila stuttered, blood gushing out from the sides of her mouth, her eye bulging out. I could see life slipping away from her body, her skin growing paler by the second."Yes, I promise to take care of Antonio. But you're going to be here to take care of him too," I insisted, tears streaming down my face. My trembling hand cupped her cheek, while the other hand held hers tightly, as if trying to anchor her to this world.My heart raced, pounding like a drumbeat. Seeing Guila in that fragile state felt like a punch to my gut. I longed to trade places with her, to bear her suffering. She seemed so defenseless, and I was overwhelmed with a deep sense of compassion for her."Drive faster!" I screamed at the driver, my voice raw with emotion. Amidst my tears and the icy grip of fear in my heart, sweat gathered on my forehead, trickling down my face and pooling around my neck."Olga," Guila coughed, her grip on my hand tightening even further."Yes, Guila," I

“…Leave Olga alone," Antonio's statement was clear and succinct, yet his eyes betrayed a deep bitterness as they locked onto Kira. The weight of his gaze left Kira astounded, her usual confident demeanor shaken in the face of his evident resentment. Personally, I had not anticipated Antonio taking my side, which only added to the unexpected nature of the situation. It was as if a puzzle piece had been shifted, altering the dynamics we were accustomed to. The shockwaves of his stance rumbled through the air, leaving us all momentarily suspended in an atmosphere charged with tension. The juxtaposition of Antonio's unexpected support for me and my astonishment at finding an ally in him added another layer of complexity to the unfolding scene."Antonio, what's wrong with you? Can't you see through this lying woman?" Kira's question hung in the air, her mouth agape in disbelief. My gaze remained fixed on Antonio, his expression stoic despite the turmoil that must have churned within him.

I sat on the floor, utterly astounded, as I gazed up at Antonio towering over me with an unmistakable fury in his eyes. The stinging pang from his slap still reverberated, a painful reminder of the altercation that had just unfolded. It felt as though the entire world was crumbling before me, a surreal experience that I struggled to process. The sight of Antonio, someone I thought I knew so well, laying his hands on me shattered my sense of security and stability, plunging me into a tumultuous sea of emotions. "I've stood by your side all this time because you're my wife," Antonio's voice cut through the tension, dripping with a mixture of anger and disappointment. "I've defended you against all odds, even when Kira pointed accusing fingers at you. I was blinded by trust, unable to see the glaring truths right in front of me."As his words hung in the air, my lips cracked under the weight of shock, my eyes widening to their limits. It felt surreal, almost dreamlike, but the cold reali

I gradually acclimated to the dimness of the room, but the overwhelming grip of fear that had taken hold of me proved insurmountable. Seated on the floor, tears cascaded silently down my cheeks after Kira's presence had only exacerbated the growing ache within me. Despite my utmost efforts to convey that she had misunderstood everything, her impact remained, and I found myself powerless against it.My trepidation persisted relentlessly in the wake of her departure, and I found no means to alleviate the profound pain that engulfed me. I yearned for the chance to see Guila once more, to share one last conversation with the only person who truly comprehended me and held unwavering faith in my words. Yet, she remained elusive, her absence a throbbing reminder of the blame unjustly pinned on me for her tragic demise. Seated upon the frigid floor, shivers coursing through me, I revisited cherished memories with Guila. The promise I had made to her—to safeguard her existence—haunted my thoug

"What's wrong?" Dima whispered softly, concern etching his features. My trembling finger gently pressed against his lips, the tears on my cheeks glistening like tiny diamonds, poised to unleash any suppressed sound that came near, much like saltwater yearning for release.With a subtle shake of my head, I implored him to cease his words. I settled into the stillness, a vigilant listener awaiting even the faintest whisper of noise. Silence enveloped us once more, and I held my breath, granting time for the tranquility to solidify."What's wrong?" Dima's voice emerged again, tinged with a hint of impatience this time. His curiosity had begun to interlace with a growing restlessness.Having gathered my thoughts, I divulged, my tone matching the urgency of the moment. My palm, resting against his arm, dampened with a nervous perspiration brought forth by the grip of fear."I perceived a sound, a rustling that seemed to encroach upon our words. It's as if someone is surreptitiously eavesdr