All Chapters of His Captive Angel: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Time seemed to still only for a brief moment. Lucia watched as Danilo began to inhale and exhale slowly. His eyes growing heavy and livid. His right arm coming up to clutch the wound on the side of his abdomen. His expression twisting in pain and yet at the same time he wasn't willing to give them the pleasure of seeing him groan out and writhing out in pain. Lucia was still frozen as her eyes locked against Danilo. Slowly Danilo bit his bloody mouth and moved his foot around to turn his back and look at the coward who had shot him from behind. Before dying he wanted to look into the eyes of the person who aimed for his back and not his front. Danilo turned around moving his body slightly to the left revealing Victoria pointing a gun directly at him. Lucia was way beyond shocked and her feet suddenly felt too weak to weigh her whole body and she fell backwards but Fermin had held her tightly before snickering. Lucia blinked before looking at the gun Victoria was holding. The mout

Chacho had also revealed Lucia's entire past and her late father's business to Sylvester. He told him everything and about the meeting Danilo had with her to warn her against betraying them. Chacho blamed Lucia for Danilo's death but Sylvester was silent all the time. If there was one thing he knew, it was that his angel wasn't crooked enough to have planned her escape all by herself. Someone must have brainwashed her and made her to lie to him and leave him. But those bastards were wrong if they thought they could take away his angel. Logically they weren't meant for each other but Sylvester had fought through the reasonings of anything logic. Someone wanted to seperate him from his angel and he was going to make those people bleed for snatching his heart and soul away from him. “Bring her to me.” He demanded, his voice far more heavy with emotions and rage. He was mad about Danilo's death but without his angel by his side his life felt meaningless. Somewhere he wasn't able to beli

Sylvester took a long drag of the cigarette, in the hope of extinguishing the flames that were spreading across his chest, but nothing seemed to work at all. It felt like someone was burning him on the inside and the intensity and pressure only built up more. It felt like his soul had been taken away from his body, like an empty walking corpse. Realizing each time that his angel wasn't here with him, continued to prick him like he was burning in flames, the amount of fear that churned in his heart knowing he might never see her again was wrenching enough, far worse than any physical pain. Last night his men returned with nothing about her, and he decided to go out himself, it rained heavily all night but he didn't care running around the empty streets, screaming out her name like he had gone insane. He gritted recalling her. He hated her to the core for daring to walk out on him, for ever lying to him and deceiving him. But still he wanted her with him, he didn't know for how long h

Sylvester quickly came out of the shock he was reeling from, his heartbeat raced ten times but his posture remained still, his firm grip on the gun in his hand didn't waver, his eyes deadly and warning Fermin not to do try anything stupid. “You came here to kill us? Well, uncle. You are too late. My pops, Liliana and my mom have all escaped and Lucia is also coming with me. She won't return to you. Unless in a bodybag.” Fermin smiled, his eyes flashing wildly. “Think twice Fermin. You don't want to do this.” Sylvester warned in a deep, calm voice. His eyes deadly piercing against Fermin. The warning in his voice could be clearly perceived. “And, why should I? I've got nothing more to loose at this point. If I go down, then your precious wife and your heir goes down too. You'll see then die right before your very eyes. So don't try anything.” Fermin didn't back down, his fingers tightly secured around the gun, pressing the mouth of the gun against her belly, leaving no other way f

“Do you fucking want something?” “Yes. I fucking want you.” Sylvester raised a brow, “Did you just curse at me?” His expression was that of surprise. “Maybe I did.” Lucia flattered her lashes before looking at his face again. He was stressed out, the heavy lines were all crossed across his forehead. She felt bad and didn't like seeing him so out of his element. “You didn't come to the dining table this morning?” Lucia stated, normally it would be him who always waited for her at the dining table. It turned to a habit of his to never eat without her. Now Lucia didn't want him so distant away from her now. “I had important work to do. And, if you don't mind, I'll like to return back to my work.” Sylvester said coldly before he resumed on his work. “Where were you all day?” The question simply vomited right out of her mouth without her brain even processing the words first. But it was too late to take it back. He heard her. “And, what's with that attitude?” Sylvester glared at