All Chapters of Antonio: Vengeance in Disguise : Chapter 241
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From the moment Antonio entered, escorted by two ushers in white tuxedos, the entire hall turned toward him. Murmurs rippled through the audience like a current of awe. Some men in tailored suits and women in elegant gowns, recognizing Antonio from television, subtly leaned in for a better look as cameras flashed relentlessly around them. Liora who was looking radiant in a sapphire gown, walked by his side. She had worked tirelessly for this moment — to ensure that Antonio wasn’t just seen as a man who discovered a miracle drug, but as a national treasure. “Ladies and gentlemen,” the host’s voice boomed through the hall, drawing everyone’s attention to the grand stage, “tonight, we gather to honor brilliance — to celebrate the one man whose discoveries have rewritten the future of medicine. Please welcome Mr. Antonio Morris — the sole and most sought-after health personnel in the entire nation!” Applause erupted instantly. The sound echoed against the marble walls, rising
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The man’s tone was urgent, laced with anger.“He’s the one,” the caller continued. “The same bastard who tried to snatch my woman! You understand what I’m saying, don’t you? I want you to work with this information immediately. Track him down. I don’t care how you do it, just make sure Antonio Morris regrets ever crossing me.”There was a pause and the man’s breathing grew heavier.“Good. I’ll send you the details once I leave the building.”Florence’s eyes widened. Someone wanted to harm Antonio — badly.When the call ended, she held her breath, hoping the man would walk away so she could slip unnoticed into the restroom. But fate had other plans.The man turned — and his gaze met hers.For a moment, the world seemed to stop. Shock registered on his face instantly, and his expression flickered from surprise to suspicion.Florence straightened instinctively, her heart pounding.He was tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in an expensive navy suit that did little to hide the tension in his
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The following day, Liora was on her way to the farm when the chauffeur left the main road and turned onto a dirt lane lined with jacaranda trees. Liora exhaled slowly, pressing her palm against the cool glass. The countryside always brought a sense of stillness she couldn’t find anywhere else. The hum of Gelrith — its cameras, its constant calls, its boardroom demands — all seemed to fade the moment she turned down this road. She always came here on weekends when she could escape her endless schedule. The farm wasn’t extravagant. It was modest but beautiful — a two-story stone farmhouse with wide verandas, an orchard beyond the back fence, and a square field of neat sorghum rows that swayed under the morning sun. This was the place she used to visit before her rise at Ortega Pharmaceuticals — before the fame, the scrutiny, the responsibility that seemed to consume her every waking hour. It was also the one place that still made her feel like herself. “Almost there, Miss
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Now Liora stood in a bare, concrete room smelling faintly of oil and old coffee, her wrists bound, the gag in place. She had spent her life negotiating tight spaces—boardrooms, budgets, medical ethics—yet nothing in her training had taught her how to take in a man’s shape in the half-light and still keep her thinking clear. She registered the floorboards, the low table, the single strip-light humming overhead, the way shadows pooled in the corners. Footsteps approached. They stopped just beyond the cone of light. Someone moved a chair; the scrape on the concrete sounded louder than it had a right to. A heavy tread, then a voice struck her. The cadence and the contempt barely concealed beneath the laugh. She looked up and saw that it was Greg. When he stepped forward his face was the same public face Liora had known from glossy profiles—handsome, well-tailored—but the smile was a lip-curled thing, crueler in person. He looked more dangerous than he had in headlines
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The warehouse smelled of dust and oil and a faint sweetness of something spilled days ago. Fluorescent lights hummed above Liora’s head like a warning. For a long, stretched second after the door slammed, she had no voice but a slow, mechanical awareness: the hard soles on concrete, the scrape of a boot, and the soft click of something metallic. Greg’s laugh came from the other room—low and self-satisfied, the kind of sound a man makes when he’s convinced the world still bends to him. He didn’t need an audience; he’d already made a play of it for himself.“I’ll make sure everyone sees you for what you are,” he said somewhere beyond the thin wall. “What a cheap joke!"Liora’s hands pulled uselessly against the restraints for a moment—then she closed her eyes and breathed. Panic leaked out in short, bright bursts that followed no rhyme. Her mind had only one shape for the next few seconds: buy time, gather information, survive until rescue. She trained herself not to shout, but
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Antonio stared at it for a moment.Then, another notification arrived—this one a video.His thumb hovered over the screen. He hesitated but he pressed it anyway.The footage was short, vertical, and raw. The camera wavered slightly, as though held by an unsteady hand or someone who didn’t care enough to keep it still. In the background, there was a faint echo of footsteps and a dripping pipe.And then came a male voice. It was Greg’s.The image sharpened. Greg crouched beside Liora with his expensive shirt sleeves rolled to the elbow, his face caught in the dim light. He looked nothing like the glossy magazine covers that had once idolized him—no practiced smile, no tailored poise. Just the cruel, bare edge of a man stripped of decency.“Look at her,” Greg whispered, leaning closer to the lens as though the camera were his audience. “You think the world can buy you back after this?”He smirked faintly, his fingers brushing Liora’s cheek with mock tenderness.Liora was trembling w
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The night was unnervingly quiet. Only the hum of Antonio’s Obsidian Lynx engine broke the stillness as it tore through the dim outskirts of the city. His phone was still glowing in his hand. He had just received another message from an unknown number and it replayed in his mind like a curse.> “You’ll watch her beg before I’m done. Let’s see how your precious Liora looks when I’m finished.”Attached to it had been pictures — Liora’s frightened face, her torn dress, and her wrists bound. The sender’s name was G. Antonio didn’t need to guess twice. He knew it was Greg Wilson. His jaw flexed and the veins on his temple became pronounced. He wasn’t just furious — he was calm in a way that scared even him. That dangerous kind of calm that came right before a storm.Two black SUVs were already waiting at a crossroad up ahead. When he saw their signal lights blink twice, he knew his men had arrived.Antonio slowed his car beside them. “Talk to me,” he ordered.One of the men leaned from t
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The room fell into a cold, suffocating silence the moment Antonio’s eyes locked on Greg’s.For a brief, suspended second, time seemed to freeze. The dull yellow light from the chandelier flickered, casting fractured shadows that crawled across the walls and floor. It caught the glint of broken glass scattered near the doorway and illuminated Greg’s mocking smirk — and Liora’s terrified face, pale and frozen in shock, on the edge of the bed.Antonio's eyes burned with molten fury that could melt through steel if given the chance.Then Greg laughed.It cracked through the air like a whip. He clapped his hands together slowly with mock applause echoing off the marble walls. “Well, well,” Greg sneered with his grin widening, “look who we have here. The famous Antonio — the so-called genius who thinks he can play the hero.” His voice was thick with derision.“You just made things easier for me, didn’t you? You walked right into the lion’s den on your own. No traps, no bait. You brough
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Just before he could pull the trigger, Antonio lunged and overpowered him. The moment some of Greg’s men who were present saw this, they lunged at him. Chaos detonated in the room like a storm breaking through silence. The air thickened with violence. The dim light from the chandelier trembled above, casting sharp shadows that flickered across the peeling wallpaper and the broken glass scattered over the floor. The first man came at Antonio with a metal rod, his movement clumsy but brutal. The steel whistled through the air, aiming for Antonio’s head. Antonio ducked smoothly, his body moving with trained precision, honed reflexes guiding every step. Before the attacker could recover from the missed strike, Antonio twisted his wrist upward, snatching the man’s arm midair, and slammed his elbow into his ribs with the force of a hammer. The sound of the impact was deep and sickening. The man gasped, his breath leaving him in a wheeze before collapsing to the ground
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The air around the isolated building was thick with tension. Antonio moved through the shadows, carrying Liora in his arms. Her weight was light as if she had been hollowed out by terror.Her torn dress fluttered against his arm, brushing like silk against steel. Strands of her hair clung to her bruised cheek, and her breath came in shallow, uneven pulls. The rise and fall of her chest was fragile, the sound of it barely louder than the whisper of wind sneaking through the cracks.Antonio’s jaw was tight and the fury in his chest was cold, controlled and contained. His eyes burned with quiet violence as he moved swiftly toward the exit.He was only a few steps from freedom when two figures emerged from the side corridor. They were Greg’s remaining men. They were large, brutal-looking men with swollen faces and bloodshot eyes, the kind that had lived their lives following orders they didn’t understand. Their desperation was palpable; the glint of fear in their eyes was sharper t