All Chapters of Antonio: Vengeance in Disguise : Chapter 381
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Chapter 380
The room was heavy with grief as Antonio, Cynthia, and Elias sat in silence, their faces shadowed, the loss of Marianne lingering over them like a storm cloud. The air felt thick, almost suffocating, and each breath seemed laden with the weight of their sorrow. Each memory of Marianne brought a fresh pang of sorrow. Elias stared at the floor, fists clenched, his body taut with frustration and helplessness. “I can’t… I can’t believe she’s gone,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “It’s not fair. She didn’t deserve this. None of us did.” His words lingered in the air, heavy with despair, and neither Antonio nor Cynthia could offer comfort. They understood, painfully well, the truth in his lament, but there were no words to undo what had been done.Cynthia rested her head against Antonio’s shoulder, tears streaking her cheeks as she fought to contain the sobs threatening to escape. “It’s… it’s so hard, Antonio. I keep thinking she’ll walk through the door, and I’ll wake up and it’l
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The pain came like a wave that refused to recede. It crashed through her body again and again, relentless, unforgiving, leaving her breathless each time it surged.Cynthia lay sprawled on the cold asphalt where she had fallen, the rough surface biting into her skin. Her hands clutched her injured leg instinctively, fingers slick as blood slowly soaked through the fabric of her trousers and pooled beneath her. She tried to steady her breathing, but it came in shallow, uneven gasps.The street around her felt unfamiliar now. What had been an ordinary stretch of road only minutes earlier had transformed into something hostile and cruel. The buildings rose on either side like towering strangers, their windows dark, and their walls silent. No one came running. No doors opened. It was as though the world had turned its back on her suffering.Footsteps approached. Cynthia forced herself to lift her head, though her vision swam and blurred with tears. Shapes formed above her, resolving
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Cynthia’s voice trembled as she finally forced the question out again, the words scraping painfully against her throat.“What do you want from me?”The room was dim, barely illuminated by a single weak bulb hanging overhead. It flickered intermittently, casting long, unsteady shadows across the cracked walls and the men standing before her. Each flicker made the space feel smaller and more suffocating. Her injured leg throbbed mercilessly, the pain deep and pulsing, no longer sharp but constant. She sat on the cold floor with her back pressed tightly against the wall, one hand braced beside her for support while the other clutched her leg, applying pressure to slow the bleeding.The men loomed over her like judges who had already reached a verdict. Their expressions were unreadable, hardened by cruelty and impatience. None of them looked at her with sympathy. To them, she wasn’t a person—she was leverage.One of them laughed softly. It wasn’t loud or mocking, but low and deliberat
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Cynthia’s breath came out in shallow, uneven gasps as the men stood over her, the cold mouth of the gun still trained steadily on her chest. Every inhale felt too small, every exhale too weak, as though her lungs themselves were shrinking under the weight of the moment. Her injured leg burned relentlessly, a sharp, pulsing pain that radiated upward and reminded her with every second that she was vulnerable, trapped, and running out of time—time to think, time to bargain, time to survive.Fear wrapped itself tightly around her heart, squeezing until it was hard to tell where terror ended and pain began.She had never imagined that her life would come down to a moment like this. Never imagined that years of careful decisions, responsibility, and restraint would collapse into a single, brutal choice.Release the documents or die.The words echoed endlessly in her mind, loud and merciless, drowning out every other thought. They weren’t just a threat; they were a verdict waiting to be conf
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Cynthia’s heart hammered violently against her chest as the cold metal of the gun hovered inches from her face. The dimly lit room smelled of damp concrete and oil, and the shadows on the walls seemed to close in on her with every shallow breath she took. Her injured leg throbbed relentlessly, pain radiating upward and making it difficult to think clearly, but fear sharpened her senses in a way nothing else could.She stared at the men before her—strangers with hardened faces and eyes devoid of sympathy. Their expressions told her they were not bluffing. They were capable of pulling the trigger without hesitation.“Think carefully,” one of them growled, his finger tightening around the trigger. “We’re not patient people.”Cynthia swallowed hard. Her mind raced, weighing every possible outcome. If she refused, she would die here, anonymously, her wedding reduced to a tragic headline, Antonio left with unanswered questions and unbearable grief. If she complied, she would be betraying tr
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The night before the wedding arrived without celebration, without laughter, without the warmth Antonio had imagined would fill the hours leading up to his union with Cynthia. Instead, unease clung to him like a second skin, tightening with every passing minute and refusing to let go.Antonio stood by the wide glass window of his living room, phone pressed to his ear for what felt like the hundredth time. The city lights outside shimmered uselessly, offering no comfort, no answers. The call rang once… twice… then dropped into silence.“No signal,” he muttered, lowering the phone slowly.Cynthia’s line had been unreachable since morning. At first, he had brushed it off—she had mentioned errands, last-minute preparations, the usual chaos that came before a wedding. Florists, fittings, relatives, schedules—he had told himself it was normal. But as the hours dragged on, his reassurance had curdled into something darker, heavier. A dread that refused to be reasoned away.Cynthia never
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Antonio had spent the entire night coordinating searches, issuing instructions, and tracking every possible lead. Sleep was a distant concept, one his mind refused to entertain. With the wedding only a few hours away, the absence of Cynthia weighed on him like a gathering storm—heavy, suffocating, and threatening to break at any moment. Her phone line had been unreachable for ten long hours, and every second of silence gnawed at him, scraping raw against his nerves. The city never truly slept, but under Antonio’s command, it had been forced into relentless motion. His men—well-trained, disciplined, and fiercely loyal—had been deployed across every sector. Roads were monitored, alleyways searched, abandoned buildings checked and rechecked. Drones hovered high above highways and rooftops, their lenses sweeping tirelessly over traffic and shadowed corners. Surveillance cameras across the city fed into a centralized system, streams of data pouring in like blood through veins. Every inform
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Antonio’s heart pounded in his chest like a war drum. The early morning light was just breaking over Gelrith, casting long shadows across the streets, but he barely noticed. The air smelled faintly of damp concrete and exhaust, the city awakening slowly around him while his mind was consumed entirely by one thing: Cynthia. She had been taken, ripped from his life, and every second she remained in those men’s hands felt like an eternity, each moment stretching into an unbearable weight pressing against his chest.He had given his men precise instructions hours ago, laid out contingencies for every possibility he could think of, from ambushes to escape routes, from decoys to communication blackouts. Every potential angle had been planned meticulously. And yet, the silence from his men was deafening. He could almost hear the mocking echo of every second that passed, each one a hammer striking his nerves, each one amplifying his growing frustration and fear.Antonio’s fingers tightened on
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Antonio’s grip on the phone tightened until his knuckles turned white. The polished surface of the device creaked faintly under the pressure, but he didn’t notice. His attention was locked entirely on the silence pouring through the line. It pressed against him, heavy and suffocating, far worse than shouting or excuses ever could have been. Silence meant fear. Silence meant failure.When his man finally spoke again, his voice shaking uncontrollably, Antonio knew instantly—this was not incompetence, and it was not a prank.“Boss,” the man said hoarsely, each word dragged out as if it cost him physical effort, “I swear on my life… I wasn’t joking. We were overpowered. Cynthia… Cynthia was taken away.”For a long moment, Antonio said nothing.His jaw clenched slowly, the muscles in his face hardening as something dark and dangerous stirred behind his eyes. The air in the room seemed to grow colder, heavier, as if reacting to the shift in his mood. Then he growled, low and sharp, his voic
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The men laughed loudly, a harsh, grating sound that echoed through the dimly lit room. It bounced off the walls and ceiling, filling the space with an ugly sense of triumph. One by one, they eagerly collected the documents that Cynthia had painstakingly retrieved, their hands moving fast, almost frantic, as they stuffed the property papers into their bags. Their eyes glinted with greed, pupils dilated with the promise of wealth and control. To them, these papers were everything—power, leverage, money, dominance. Nothing else existed in that moment. Not the frightened woman standing stiffly nearby. Not the risks they had taken. Not the consequences waiting beyond the walls of the house.“Finally,” one of the men said, his voice thick with triumph as he zipped his bag. “Everything we need is in our hands. Nothing can stop us now.”Cynthia remained still, her arms hanging loosely at her sides, her face carefully composed. Inside, her heart was racing violently, slamming against her ribs