All Chapters of The Dark Angel Of Merciless Deaths: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

My heart shattered into a myriad of pieces, each fragment carrying the weight of my growing despair, as I came to the painful realization that the delicate bracelet lying on the ground belonged to none other than Bianca. The realization hit me like a tidal wave, flooding my mind with memories of her wearing that very bracelet, her face beaming with joy and love for the cherished gift from her mother. It was more than just an accessory; it held sentimental value and served as a good luck charm that had accompanied her through life’s ups and downs.Tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to spill over, as I couldn’t help but worry about Bianca’s safety and well-being. Though I tried to maintain a facade of strength, my legs trembled with a profound weakness, and I felt as though I was standing at the precipice of an emotional breakdown.In a choked voice, I uttered, “This belongs to Bianca! What could have happened to her?” My words were accompanied by an involuntary whimper, my emotion

My heart raced uncontrollably as I caught sight of Guila and Bianca lying motionless on the floor, their bodies completely exposed and vulnerable. A mix of shock and concern flooded my senses, causing my eyes to widen, and my lips to part, leaving my mouth slightly ajar in disbelief.“Guila!!! Bianca!!!” My voice quivered as I screamed their names, a surge of panic urging me to rush towards the lifeless figures on the ground. Without a second thought, I sprinted towards them, unsure of their condition but desperately hoping they were still alive. The other cars that had been following us immediately sped away, leaving us isolated and exposed on the deserted road.As I approached Guila and Bianca’s prone forms, I fell to my knees on the unforgiving tarred road. My heart felt heavy with fear, and tears streamed down my cheeks, blurring my vision. The air around me seemed to constrict, making it difficult to breathe as I tried to call out to them again.“Guila!” My voice cracked with emo

“What are you talking about, Doctor?” I quickly chipped in, my heart pounding with worry, tears welling up in my eyes. The dried tears on my face became warm as I struggled to maintain composure. My eyes darted from the doctor to Antonio, who stood mute, equally anxious for the doctor’s response.“Speak,” Antonio urged, his voice dripping with tension. The doctor sighed, rolling his eyes from me to Antonio. My restlessness was compelling, making me feel as if I couldn’t bear this uncertainty any longer. I clutched my dress tightly with my fist, attempting to calm myself down, but the unease inside me seemed insurmountable.“Okay, I just need you to brace yourself for what I’m about to say,” the doctor finally spoke, his eyes dimming with a sense of gravity. The longer he allowed us to wallow in suspense and ignorance, the higher my blood pressure seemed to soar. The sweat on my face multiplied, mirroring the intensity of my emotions, and my fidgeting became even worse.As I waited for

I found myself sitting comfortably on the bed, flanked by the presence of Guila and Bianca. The decision to stay by their side was not an easy one, even though a part of me yearned to accompany Antonio on his quest to find Nello. Antonio’s words, dripping with trust and a touch of charm, resonated in my ears as he gently persuaded me, “Stay back and look after Guila and Bianca. You are the one I trust.”As I settled onto the bed, my gaze lingered upon Guila and Bianca, two souls who were now under my watchful eye. The weight of responsibility settled upon my shoulders, intermingling with the bittersweet memories I shared with Antonio. With a hint of reluctance, yet a touch of spontaneity, a smile gradually curved upon my lips. It was as if the thought of Antonio’s presence ignited an invisible fire, warming my heart.In the midst of my reverie, a soft groan punctuated the air, rousing me from my musings. My senses snapped back to reality, and my focus shifted to Guila. “Guila,” I utter

Slowly, I turned to face Guila, her expression alone enough to break me even further. "He went out looking for Nello," I shared the information she was seeking, a simple response that carried a weight of its own.Guila nodded in response, her demeanor surprisingly calm as if she was processing a multitude of thoughts. "I told that wretched man that he would pay with his life, but he dismissed it as a joke. Antonio won't rest until he has the bastard and his accomplices brought to justice," Guila declared, her voice resonating with a confidence that left no room for doubt.As I looked at Guila, I couldn't help but marvel at the unwavering trust and courage she placed in her brother. The sheer conviction in her tone and the steadfast belief she had in Antonio's determination were both impressive and touching. It was a testament to the depth of their bond, a bond strong enough to weather the storms of uncertainty and fear.In that moment, I found myself filled with a mixture of emotions—a