All Chapters of Antonio: Vengeance in Disguise : Chapter 281
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Before Liora’s mother could continue her tirade, the sound of heavy, deliberate footsteps echoed through the hallway, interrupting the moment. Liora turned instinctively, recognizing the familiar, commanding gait of her uncle, Victor Ortega. He had just returned from a brief absence, having stepped out to take a phone call, and now he reentered the room with all the tension and authority he carried naturally. Every step he took seemed to announce his presence before he even spoke, and Liora’s chest tightened at the sight of him.“Liora!” Victor barked, his voice sharp and slicing through the already charged atmosphere of the hall. “What is this nonsense I’ve just overheard?” His eyes were blazing, scanning the room as if daring anyone to contradict him. “Antonio Morris? You mean to tell me that you, a Ortega, would even consider aligning yourself with someone like that? Do you even understand what you’re saying?” He gestured wildly, his long arms emphasizing his outrage, as thou
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Damian Hale replayed Liora’s words over and over—each one slicing into him, as he drove, repeating like a cruel melody that refused to fade.There was only one man that caught her attention right now.And that man was Antonio Morris.Antonio Morris.The name itself grated like sandpaper against Damian’s nerves. His jaw tightened as he sped past a line of cars, ignoring honking horns and startled drivers. Jealousy—hot, sharp, and humiliating—prickled beneath his skin.How dare she?How dare Liora Ortega—someone he, Damian Hale, had been willing to “accept” into his life—reject him for a nobody? For a man with no pedigree, no lineage, no dynasty behind him?“Who is he?” Damian muttered under his breath, his voice trembling with barely controlled rage. “Who does she think he is? Who exactly is this Antonio Morris that she prefers over me?”His anger surged, and he slammed his palm against the steering wheel. The sharp thud echoed painfully inside the car. Liora’s rejection wasn’t j
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The cold metal of the van pressed against Liora’s back as the men dragged her toward the vehicle. Every muscle in her body screamed to resist. She twisted, kicked, and thrashed, but it was useless. Their grips were iron, unyielding, and the cloth pressed against her mouth stifled every cry before it could escape. Panic surged through her like wildfire, hot and relentless, burning every thought with fear. How could this be happening? Just moments ago, she had been walking into her backyard, thinking only about grabbing her water bottle, her mind wandering lazily over trivialities—the meeting tomorrow, her patient’s recovery, a grocery list she needed to finalize. And now… now she was completely at the mercy of these men, strangers whose faces were obscured, whose intentions she could only guess at.Her mind raced, scrambling for a plan, a solution, a miracle. Servants? None were in sight. Neighbors? The backyard was quiet, eerily quiet, as if the world itself had turned its bac
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Damian chuckled, a low, self‑satisfied sound that slithered through the room like cold smoke, making Liora shiver involuntarily. The laugh wasn’t loud, nor was it meant to be; it carried the quiet confidence of a man who believed he owned everything within his reach—including her. “So,” he said as he stepped forward, the soles of his shoes making a soft, controlled thud against the floor, “aren't you the infamous Liora Ortega?” He said her name as though tasting it, savoring it, and mocking it. His eyes glinted with a mixture of amusement and menace, two emotions twisting together into something cruel. His gaze swept over her slowly, with the precision of a predator studying prey—her posture, her stiff shoulders, her narrowed, fiery eyes that refused to lower despite the fear tightening her chest. “I must say,” he continued, tilting his head, “I expected less courage. Less… foolishness. How dare you refuse me? How dare you speak of loving some nobody, some Antonio Morris, w
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Damian lifted his hand slowly, tapping his fingers lightly against his chest in a rhythm that felt almost theatrical—a habit of his whenever he believed he was in full control. His eyes never left Liora’s face. With a sharp inhale, he reached into the inside pocket of his tailored suit.“You know…” he began, his voice dropping into a low, velvety whisper that echoed faintly in the dim room, “there’s something you still don’t understand, Liora.”Every guard in the room shifted the moment he spoke, automatically straightening as though his very voice demanded obedience. Their boots scraped lightly across the concrete floor, and the dim overhead bulb flickered once, casting long, trembling shadows across the walls.Damian’s hand emerged from his pocket holding a small velvet box—deep burgundy, plush, unmistakably expensive. He held it with effortless confidence, rolling it between his fingers as he took another calculated step forward. With a smooth flick of his thumb, Damian opened
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Damian’s face twisted with rage. For a single heartbeat, Liora thought he might walk away, that he might try to argue again or sneer another threat. But the shift in his eyes told her otherwise.His fury was instantaneous.He moved before she even had time to breathe.The slap cracked across her cheek like a gunshot.The force whipped her head violently to the side, her neck twisting with the impact. Pain exploded across her face.She gasped, the air punched out of her lungs, and the chair beneath her wobbled precariously. Her balance tilted, and she nearly fell off before slamming her shoulder against the chair’s wooden side to catch herself.The sting spread like fire, overwhelming her senses.Her skin throbbed and her jaw ached. Blood filled her mouth.A small, shaken cry broke from her throat before she could stop it.Her hands, still bound tightly in front of her, trembled uncontrollably. She curled slightly forward, as much as the restraints allowed, cradling her cheek again
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Don rushed to the security room, Sabine and their mother hurrying behind him, their faces pale with fear. His fingers flew over the controls, dragging the CCTV timeline back with frantic precision. At last, they reached the critical moment—Liora stepping outside the house, her expression calm, unaware of the peril that was about to descend upon her. But then, almost instantaneously, shadows crept across the frame. Three dark shapes moved with terrifying precision. Two of the figures lunged forward, grabbing Liora roughly by the arms while a third pressed something cold and dark over her mouth. Her body jerked violently and they handled her brutally and ruthlessly.The security room went utterly silent. Even the ticking of the monitors seemed muffled. Time itself seemed suspended. And then, breaking the unbearable quiet, their mother’s scream pierced the air.“No! No, no, no—my child! My Liora!” Her voice cracked like glass as she stumbled backward, clutching at the wall for suppo
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For a moment, Antonio froze, the cup of tea in his hand trembling slightly. Liora Ortega. Her name alone sent a jolt through him—sharp, immediate, and alarmingly visceral. He knew her only on the surface.The idea of her in danger struck him harder than he expected. Before the man in front of him could even speak again, Antonio ended the call and shot to his feet.The house erupted into motion.“Get everyone ready,” Antonio ordered, moving swiftly through the hallway. “All available units—drivers, flyers, surveillance. Liora Ortega is missing. We’re finding her.”His voice was steady, but the urgency beneath it was unmistakable. His men scattered instantly, well trained and accustomed to the clipped efficiency of his commands. Within minutes, the estate buzzed like a command center.By nightfall, Antonio’s entire network had mobilized across the city. Drivers swept through major routes, drones monitored rooftops and alleyways, and informants were pressed for information. Anto
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Within minutes, Antonio and his trusted team had assembled in front of the house where Liora was being held.The entire area looked forgotten by time—peeling paint on sagging buildings, abandoned cars rusting by the roadside, and weeds pushing through broken concrete. “Sir, the house is heavily guarded,” Ricardo murmured as he stepped closer, pointing discretely to the dilapidated two‑story structure half‑buried behind overgrown hedges and thorny vines. The windows were boarded, the front porch sagged inward, and the surrounding yard was a labyrinth of untrimmed bushes. “We see at least five men stationed around the property. And given the structure’s layout, there could easily be more inside.”Underneath the fading evening light, Antonio’s expression hardened. His dark eyes narrowed with focus as he adjusted the collar of his jacket. “We proceed,” he said, his voice soft yet commanding. “Stay alert. Watch each other’s backs. And be ready for anything. We’re going in.”The team r
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Just then, the man the scarred leader had signaled lunged at Antonio with alarming speed. He shot out of the shadows like a striking serpent, his arm swinging a heavy metal rod aimed directly at Antonio’s head. The swing was meant to kill, or at least incapacitate.But Antonio, as always, reacted with the precision of a man trained to anticipate violence before it even fully appeared.He sidestepped, his movement fluid and instinctive, the metal rod slicing through the air where his skull had been just seconds earlier. The impact of the failed swing vibrated through the air. With a swift pivot of his hips, Antonio grabbed the attacker’s arm mid-swing, twisting it at an angle that forced the bone and muscle to turn the wrong way. Using the man’s own momentum, he sent him crashing to the ground with a bone-jarring thud. The pavement shook. The air echoed with the loud, painful crack of impact, and the man let out a guttural groan as he rolled onto his side, stunned, helpless, and