The Devil's Vow #1: Crimson Promises의 모든 챕터: 챕터 61 - 챕터 70

The night air was thick with tension, the weight of the upcoming battle pressing down on us like an unbearable force. The Volkov estate was alive with movement—soldiers preparing their weapons, strategists finalizing battle plans, and allies arriving one by one, each bringing their own army to stand beside us. The sheer scale of what we were about to face was overwhelming, but I refused to let fear take hold. Not now. Damian stood at the center of it all, commanding with an authority that left no room for doubt. His voice was firm as he spoke to his men, issuing orders with the precision of a man who had fought wars before. But as I watched him, I saw something else in his eyes—something deeper, something darker. He was prepared to die for this. The realization settled like a stone in my stomach. I had known from the beginning that this war wasn’t just about power for him. It was about revenge. Justice. But now, as the final battle approached, I feared he had already made peace

The night was cold, but the heat of adrenaline burned through me like fire. The plan was simple—get in, eliminate the target, and get out before anyone knew what hit them. But if there was one thing I had learned in this life, it was that nothing ever went as planned. Damian stood beside me in the dark, his sharp eyes locked on the massive steel doors of the enemy’s compound. Luka and the others were stationed around the perimeter, ready to strike if things went south. My fingers clenched around the grip of my gun, my heart pounding in sync with the distant sound of sirens in the city. “I still don’t like you being here,” Damian muttered under his breath. I turned to face him, meeting his gaze with unwavering determination. “And I don’t like the idea of sitting on the sidelines while you risk your life. We do this together.” His jaw tightened, but he didn’t argue. He knew by now that I wouldn’t back down. With a silent nod, we moved. The compound loomed before us like a fortress

The world outside was still steeped in chaos, but for the first time in what felt like forever, I found myself in a rare moment of stillness. The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast long shadows across the room, its warmth a stark contrast to the cold war raging beyond these walls. I shifted slightly, feeling the dull ache radiate from my injuries. The medics had done their best, patching me up, but I was still weak. My body felt heavy, exhausted from battle, but my mind refused to rest. Not when he was here. Damian sat in a chair beside the bed, elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped together. He looked like a man carrying the weight of the world, his usually sharp eyes clouded with something unreadable. His face was marred with bruises, a gash just above his eyebrow hastily stitched up. He should have been resting too, but I knew he wouldn’t leave. Not until he was sure I was okay. "You should sleep," I murmured, my voice hoarse from exhaustion. He lifted his gaze to me, his d

The air was thick with the scent of blood and gunpowder. The battle had ravaged the Volkov stronghold, leaving behind shattered glass, broken bodies, and a heavy silence that seemed to press against my chest. But none of it compared to what was unfolding before me now. In the dimly lit warehouse, Nadia stood face-to-face with the traitor. Her stance was firm, her gun steady in her hands, but her expression—God, her expression—was filled with heartbreak. The weight of her decision was etched into every tense muscle, every shallow breath. Damian stood beside me, his body rigid, eyes locked on his sister as if he already knew what was coming. His fists clenched at his sides, but he didn’t move. This was Nadia’s battle. The traitor knelt before her, bloody and beaten, yet still wearing a smirk. Alexei. I should’ve known. He had always been too smooth, too calculating. He had played the role of a loyal soldier well, but in the end, he had been playing both sides. “Why?” Nadia’s voice

The war was reaching its final moments. The scent of blood and gunpowder clung to the air, thick and suffocating. Screams of the wounded echoed through the battlefield, but I remained hidden, pressed against the cold stone pillar, my heart pounding in my chest. This was Damian’s plan. The enemy leader—Alexei Petrov—stood before him, arrogance still clinging to his features despite the bodies of his men littering the ground. Nadia was at Damian’s side, her gun pointed directly at Petrov’s heart. But I stayed in the shadows. I was meant to be his trump card. Petrov exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "Volkov, we don't have to keep this going. You’ve already won. My men are dead. But I’m offering you something better than my life.” Damian didn’t lower his gun. “There’s nothing you have that I want.” “Oh, I think there is,” Petrov smirked. “You want your family safe? You want your empire secured? Let me walk away, and I’ll make sure no one ever comes after you again.” Nadia s