All Chapters of Antonio: Vengeance in Disguise : Chapter 391
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Chapter 390
Antonio’s hand was firm and unyielding as it caught the fist of the man who had dared to raise it against him. The impact never landed. The man’s eyes widened in pure shock, his mouth opening as if to shout, but no sound came out. Pain shot through his arm as Antonio’s grip tightened, not in a wild show of strength, but in controlled dominance. Antonio’s gaze locked onto him—sharp, cold, and commanding—stripping away any illusion of power the man thought he had. He leaned in slightly, close enough that the man could feel the weight of his presence, as though the air itself had bent under Antonio’s will.“I’ll ask you again,” Antonio said slowly, his voice calm but edged with danger, “what are you doing here, and what is that document you have in your hand?”The man struggled, his earlier arrogance collapsing under the pressure of Antonio’s grip. His bravado cracked visibly, his shoulders tensing as panic crept in. “Wha… what do you mean?” he stammered, swallowing hard. “Who… who are y
Chapter 391
The three men who had initially kidnapped Cynthia now stared at Antonio with a mixture of anger and disbelief, their earlier confidence draining from their faces. Only moments ago, they had believed themselves clever—brilliant, even. They had convinced themselves they had finally cornered the Morris family’s most valuable asset. They had planned every step carefully, lured her into a trap, restrained her, and taken from her the documents they believed would secure their future. With them, the men thought they held power.But now, as they faced Antonio, the reality was unmistakable. None of their efforts had been enough.Antonio stood between them and Cynthia like an immovable wall. His grip on the last man was firm but controlled, his fingers locked around the man’s collar with a pressure that promised pain without unnecessary brutality. Every movement Antonio made was precise, economical, and terrifyingly effective. There was no wasted energy, no panic, or hesitation. The documents w
Chapter 392
The sun was dipping low, staining the horizon with deep hues of orange and crimson, casting long, distorted shadows across the empty highway. The road stretched endlessly in both directions, silent and abandoned, as though the world itself had paused to witness what was about to unfold. Kent stood near the center of the road, his sharp eyes fixed on the sleek black car approaching from the distance. The moment he recognized it, his jaw tightened.It was Antonio’s car.As it drew closer, Kent could see clearly now—Cynthia sat in the passenger seat, her profile unmistakable even through the tinted glass. And somewhere inside that car, tucked securely away, were the documents. The Morris properties. The very prize he had orchestrated everything to obtain.Kent’s hands curled into fists, his nails biting into his palms. Rage simmered just beneath his skin.“Stop!” he roared suddenly, his voice tearing through the quiet like thunder. “Stop that car, Antonio! Don’t you dare take her with yo
Chapter 393
“Stop!” Kent growled, his voice slicing through the stillness of the road like a blade. “Don’t you dare take her along! Release Cynthia, and drop the documents, or you’ll pay for this!”The air seemed to tighten around them. The fading sunlight stretched their shadows long across the asphalt, freezing the moment in tense silence. Antonio didn’t flinch. He didn’t even raise his voice. His gaze locked onto Kent’s—cool, steady, and unreadable—and then he chuckled softly, as though Kent’s outburst was little more than background noise.“Fool,” Antonio said calmly, shaking his head. “Still overestimating yourself, I see. Do yourself a favor and step aside. You’re about to find out why that’s a dangerous game.”Kent’s lips curled into a vicious snarl. His chest rose and fell rapidly, fury burning hot in his eyes. “Dangerous?” he snapped. “Don’t you threaten me! I’m not some ordinary man you can shove aside. I’ve prepared for this. I know your every move. And yet you think you can drive off
Chapter 394
Kent lay sprawled on the cold asphalt, his body aching, his lungs burning as he struggled to draw steady breaths. The street beneath him felt unforgiving, its chill seeping through his clothes and into his bones. Every muscle screamed in protest, but the pain in his pride was far worse than the pain in his flesh. The dim glow of the streetlights overhead cast long, distorted shadows, stretching his twisted silhouette across the road like a reminder of how far he had fallen.A short distance away, Antonio stood upright and unshaken. One hand gripped the bundle of documents Kent had risked everything to obtain, the papers slightly crumpled but intact. His other hand held Cynthia’s wrist firmly, protectively, anchoring her beside him. The contrast between them was unbearable to Kent—Antonio steady and composed, Cynthia shaken but safe, while he lay broken on the ground.“You think this is over?” Kent snarled, forcing himself into a sitting position. His movements were stiff, his joints s
Chapter 395
The sun had barely risen over Gelrith, painting the city in soft shades of gold and amber, yet the atmosphere at the wedding venue was already alive with anticipation. Light streamed through the tall glass windows of the grand hall, reflecting off polished marble floors and rows of white chairs carefully arranged for the ceremony. Floral arrangements lined the aisle—ivory roses, pale lilies, and greenery woven together in elegant arcs. It should have been a peaceful morning, a perfect beginning.At the altar, Antonio and Cynthia stood facing one another, hands clasped tightly, their fingers interlocked as though letting go might shatter the moment. Their eyes were fixed on each other, everything else fading into the background. The past weeks had been relentless—kidnappings, threats, attempts to steal Cynthia away, and the desperate struggle over the Morris documents—but they had survived all of it. They were still standing. Still choosing each other.Today was theirs.Family and frie
Chapter 396
The moment the man sneered that Antonio must probably have a death wish, the atmosphere in the wedding hall shifted. The air felt denser, charged with tension and danger, like the calm before a storm breaks. Guests froze mid-scream, the sudden stillness punctuated only by the occasional echo of shattering glass. Antonio’s eyes narrowed, cold and precise as a blade, cutting through the panic around him. He did not flinch. There was no hesitation, no hint of fear, only the calm, lethal focus of someone who had faced far worse and emerged unscathed.Leaning slightly forward, Antonio fixed the man with a gaze that seemed to pierce through the very fabric of his being, a look that could strip away arrogance and leave only the raw edge of terror. His voice was low, dangerous, and measured, resonating with deadly intent. “Who gave you the guts to come into my wedding,” he asked, each word deliberate, “kill people, scatter my guests, and even dare to confront me?”Before the man could utter a
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Cynthia’s heart was pounding violently in her chest, each beat echoing louder than the last. The wedding hall remained a broken shell of what it had been moments before—overturned chairs, shattered glass glittering like jagged ice across the floor, torn flowers crushed under hurried footsteps. The echoes of gunfire and screaming still rang in the air, lingering like a curse that refused to fade. But none of that mattered to her anymore. Not the chaos. Not the stunned guests. Not the blood staining the marble tiles.Antonio lay on the polished floor, utterly still.Blood had matted parts of his clothing, dark and spreading, and his eyes were closed. Too closed. His chest did not rise. His body, which had moved with impossible speed and strength just moments ago, now looked frighteningly fragile. The sight hit Cynthia like a physical blow, knocking the breath from her lungs.Her feet moved before her mind could catch up. She ran to him, pushing through the crowd as if they were nothing
Chapter 398
The ethereal creature that had appeared before Antonio hovered a few steps away, its presence both majestic and terrifying, radiating a force that seemed to bend the space around it. Light shimmered off its form like liquid crystal, and the air itself vibrated faintly with its energy. Its eyes glimmered like twin moons, impossibly bright yet serene, and its voice carried the weight of authority and inevitability as it began to speak. Each word resonated directly inside Antonio’s mind, bypassing his ears entirely, so that he could feel their meaning as much as hear it.“Antonio,” the creature intoned, slow and deliberate, each syllable pressing against the very core of his being, “you have survived trials that would have broken most men. You have conquered the Black Gang Group, the Bell Mill Gang, and the Dead of Hore. You have faced death itself and emerged unscathed. But understand this—you are not yet at your highest form.”Antonio furrowed his brow, trying to grasp the weight of th
Chapter 399
The grand wedding hall, once alive with music, laughter, and the soft murmurs of admiration, had been reduced to a shattered monument of devastation. Torn silk draped limply from the walls, riddled with bullet holes. Tables lay overturned like fallen beasts, their polished surfaces cracked and stained. Chairs were splintered beyond recognition, scattered across the marble floor as if flung aside by some invisible force. The pungent smell of gunpowder hung heavily in the air, mingling with the metallic scent of blood until breathing itself felt like an effort.Bodies lay sprawled in unnatural positions, frozen in the aftermath of terror. Some were guests who had only moments earlier been smiling, clapping, celebrating love. Now they were motionless, eyes staring blankly at a ceiling that no longer mattered. A few survivors had managed to flee during the chaos, escaping through shattered doors and broken windows, their screams fading into the distance. Their absence only deepened the si