All Chapters of Here Comes the Lord: Chapter 1061
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Chapter 1061 The Uninvited Mother
The night of Elara and Christopher’s engagement had finally arrived.Briana had managed to extract a solemn promise from her cousin: no sexual marathons in the days leading up to the event.It wouldn't do for the fiancée-to-be to be limping around the party for obvious reasons; society gossiped enough as it was.In his suite, Christopher stood before the full-length mirror, smoothing the lapels of a tuxedo that commanded respect. He looked every bit the distinguished fiancé.Behind him, Gilson fussed with his own crooked bow tie before stepping forward to adjust his son’s."The time has come, son," Gilson said, his eyes crinkling with fatherly pride. "Starting today, you will be the fiancé of a beautiful woman.""Thanks, Dad," Christopher said, his voice thick with emotion.Gilson leaned in closer, his tone dropping to a conspiratorial, lecherous whisper. "So, where are you two going to... celebrate the engagement afterwards?"Christopher didn't return the grin. He met his father's ga
Chapter 1062 The Spectacle and the Scheme
By six in the evening, the entrance to Ferro House had transformed into a showroom of excess.The driveway was choked with a gleaming procession of SUVs, stretch limousines, and luxury sedans, all queuing to disgorge the city’s elite for the evening’s elegant affair.Everton and a squad of valets moved with military precision, steering the vehicles onto the meticulously manicured lawn to keep the chaos organized.Inside, the kitchen was a war zone of culinary excellence. Julian commanded the buffet team hired by Briana like a general, the pace and quality rivaling a three-star Michelin restaurant.Security was tight, though invisible to the untrained eye. Vargas and his "Men in Gray" blended into the shadows, posing as private security.A pair of thick-rimmed, Clark Kent-style glasses was the only thing preventing the guests from recognizing "Dr. Vargas," the man who usually delivered babies, now acting as the head of Lord Ferro's private guard.Meanwhile, Regis and Domitila glided th
Chapter 1063 Whispers, Wine, and Hidden War
Julian moved through the kitchen like a conductor, snapping his fingers to direct the flow of waiters laden with trays of hors d'oeuvres. He paused near the service entrance, leaning toward the butler."All quiet on the western front?" he asked, keeping his voice low."Don't blow the cover," Regis hissed through clenched teeth, his eyes darting toward the corridor. "The walls have ears.""The supposed 'Uncle Jean' is out there chatting up his niece," Julian whispered, leaning closer."Do you really think he came alone?" Regis asked, the weight of experience in his tone."It’s impossible for him to have brought reinforcements. Every name on the guest list was vetted personally by Lord Ferro.""Lord Ferro?"The voice came from the doorway. Julian felt the blood drain from his face; he wanted to bite his own tongue off.Standing there was Celia, looking positively statuesque in a grape-colored gown that hugged her bust and cinched her waist, leaving little to the imagination."Is the 'Go
Chapter 1064 A Toast to Miss Drakov
Mark gripped the wireless microphone, stepping effortlessly into the frame beside the smiling couple. The television cameras seemed to gravitate toward him rather than the guests of honor, feeding off his commanding presence.Nearby, Sandro wasn't watching the speech. His gaze kept drifting upward to the balcony of the master suite. The glass doors were shut tight, the heavy curtains drawn against the evening light."I think our daughter is coming down," he whispered, hope warring with anxiety."Calm down, man," Nadir muttered, nudging him in the ribs."Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!" Mark’s voice boomed, smooth and charismatic. "It is with great pleasure that I, Mark Ferro, husband of General Manager Briana Vasconcelos Ferro, host this gathering to celebrate the engagement of this beautiful, radiant couple!"The applause was effusive. Jean D’Arveil clapped along, though his eyes didn't match the celebratory mood; they darted left and right, scanning the perimeter like a radar."
Chapter 1065 The Ghost at the Feast
The silence that fell over the Ferro House wasn't merely quiet; it was heavy, suffocating, like the air in a crypt.While the younger generation looked confused, a ripple of recognition passed through Althea and the older guests.They knew what the surname Drakov meant. It was a name written in blood and ash in the history books of Aurelia.But why had Mark attached that cursed name to Elara?Christopher frowned, squinting at his cousin. Had Mark started celebrating with the champagne a little too early?Jean, however, wasn't confused. He was glaring at Mark with eyes that burned hot enough to scorch the earth. If looks could kill, Mark would have been a pile of ash.Regis, Vargas, Everton, Julian, and Domitila tense, their muscles coiling like springs. They were ready.Mark stood his ground, maintaining the polite, slightly apologetic smile of a host who had committed a minor social faux pas, rather than dropping a bombshell. He seemed unbothered by the prospect of becoming a viral m
Chapter 1066 Gunpowder and Champagne
"Did you plan this?" Armand hissed, the barrel of his revolver unwavering as it aimed at Mark’s chest.Mark let out a cynical scoff, staring down the muzzle with bored indifference. "Huh? You’re the one who crashed a party strapped for war, and I’m the one being accused?""This wasn't supposed to happen now, Lord Ferro!" Armand’s voice was tight, vibrating with suppressed rage. "We have a score to settle, but not in the middle of innocent bystanders!""Oh, so now you care about innocents?" Mark’s eyes narrowed, cold and sharp. "You should have thought about them before you rallied untrained men to their deaths, creating that pathetic rebellion of yours.""It was you who controlled the state machine!" Armand shouted, stepping closer, the veins in his neck bulging. "You had the weaponry! You were the one who drove a tank over my comrades!""Okay, I've had enough of this!" Christopher shouted, stepping forward to intervene.Click.The distinct, metallic sound of a hammer cocking froze th
Chapter 1067 The Widower’s Consolation
Upstairs in the master suite of Ferro House, Briana paced the floor, pressing Miguel Ângelo against her chest, her hand cupping the back of his head as if to shield him from the very atmosphere of the room.The baby squirmed, letting out soft, mewling protests that sounded deafening in the silence. Every whimper felt like a beacon, a siren calling out to the violence erupting below."Shh..." she whispered, her lips brushing his forehead, her heart hammering against his cheek. "It’s okay, my love... it’s okay.""Lady Ferro," Dalila’s voice cut through the dark, sharp and urgent. "Get away from the window."Briana blinked, realizing she had drifted too close to the glass. She stepped back quickly just as the first crack of gunfire echoed from the garden, followed by the terrifying cacophony of shouting."I hope the guests are alright," she murmured, her stomach twisting.Dalila moved through the room like a ghost, extinguishing the last lamp. Shadows swallowed the suite."Your husband l
Chapter 1068 The End of the Delusion
Briana stared at her cousin, the sheer audacity of the moment momentarily eclipsing the danger. The delusion clawed at her throat.Back when Mark wore a janitor’s uniform at Glamour, Katrina had treated him like something she scraped off her shoe. She had mocked him, belittled him, and looked at him with unmasked disgust.But now that the janitor was revealed to be Lord Ferro? Now she felt entitled to the throne. She wanted the title, the money, and the man she had once scorned.Dream on, Briana thought, her grip on her son tightening.Katrina’s face twisted, the sound of Briana’s incredulous laughter acting like gasoline on her rage."Do you see?" she screeched, gesturing wildly with the gun, her composure fracturing. "Do you see how she always looks down on me? How she humiliates me?"Domitila didn't flinch. Her aim remained steady. "You are sick, Miss Vasconcelos. You are the only person on Earth who gets violated by a man on illegal aphrodisiacs and complains that the police saved
Chapter 1069 The Spy in the Secretary’s Clothing
Regis didn't ask; he commanded. His voice cut through the confusion in the foyer, sharp and absolute."Mr. and Mrs. Vasconcelos, the order is to evacuate immediately. The army is inbound. It turns out half the guest list was on Drakov’s payroll."Briana nodded, the realization settling in her eyes. "Either they infiltrated, or Mark invited them knowing exactly who they were. He gathered them all in one place.""Wait a minute," Sandro stammered, looking from his daughter to the butler. "What is going on here? Daughter, you and your grandmother seem to know a hell of a lot more than your mother and I do.""Mark will explain everything when the smoke clears."The heavy oak doors swung open, and Everton dragged Julian inside. The cook was pale, his weight resting heavily on the security guard, blood staining the shoulder of his white chef's coat."JULIAN!" Briana gasped, rushing forward."There's an ambulance staged at the perimeter!" Everton barked.Julian lifted his head, a weak, lopsid
Chapter 1070 The Cost of Peace
The pool deck had transformed into a tapestry of carnage. Drakov’s loyalists lay scattered across the wet tiles, either dead or writhing in agony, their groans mingling with the sharp scent of chlorine and spent gunpowder.It looked less like a high-society engagement party and more like the aftermath of a brutal ethnic conflict.Mark’s "Men in Gray" were battered, some nursing gunshot wounds, but miraculously, none had fallen.Vargas, pressing a hand against a bleeding gash in his side, waved off assistance, prioritizing the evacuation of his men and the wounded cook, Julian.Mark wiped grime and sweat from his brow, looming over his defeated enemy."Satisfied, Drakov?" Mark rasped, his chest heaving. "You provoked another massacre for absolutely nothing!"Armand glared up from the ground, blood staining his teeth, refusing to accept the reality of his defeat. "You keep blaming me... you keep pointing the finger... but which one of us is called the 'God of War,' hmm?""You never want