All Chapters of Antonio: Vengeance in Disguise : Chapter 571
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Chapter 571
“Leave this house right now!” Cynthia’s voice shook with fear and anger as she stood near the center of the living room, staring at Daniel. But Daniel did not move. Instead, he slowly straightened himself, breathing heavily after recovering from the earlier incident. His eyes no longer carried the appearance of a polite visitor or concerned relative. They looked dark. Disturbed. Dangerous. “No,” Daniel said coldly. Cynthia stepped backward slightly. “What do you mean no?” Daniel ignored her completely. His attention remained fixed on Antonio. The atmosphere in the room tightened instantly. Antonio stood calmly a few feet away, watching every movement Daniel made. Then suddenly— Daniel reached into the dark leather bag hanging beside him. His movements were sharp and desperate now. Cynthia frowned in confusion. “Uncle… what are you doing?” But Daniel did not answer. Instead, he forcefully pulled out a strange object wrapped partly in dark cloth. The object looked an
Chapter 572
Antonio’s grip tightened violently around Daniel’s shirt. The fabric twisted harshly under his fingers as he dragged Daniel closer, his eyes blazing with fury. The calm restraint he usually carried had fractured completely now, replaced by something rawer, heavier, and far more dangerous. “What did you do to my wife?!” Antonio thundered. Daniel struggled fiercely beneath his grip. “Let go of me!” he barked angrily, trying to pry Antonio’s hand away. But Antonio barely moved. His strength felt immovable, like Daniel was trying to force apart solid steel with his bare hands. The harder he pushed, the more obvious the difference between them became. Daniel gritted his teeth and pushed harder, his shoes scraping roughly against the polished floor as he fought to free himself. His breathing grew harsher with effort, frustration twisting across his face. Behind them, Cynthia slowly struggled upright from the floor where she had fallen against the wall earlier. Her body still ached b
Chapter 573
Antonio’s fingers tightened around Daniel’s shirt with crushing force. The fabric twisted harshly in his grip as he dragged Daniel closer until their faces were only inches apart. The pressure behind Antonio’s movement was so intense that Daniel’s body nearly lifted from the floor completely. Daniel struggled violently beneath the hold. His feet scraped across the polished floor as he clawed at Antonio’s wrist, trying desperately to loosen the pressure around his neck. His fingernails dug hard against Antonio’s hand, but the grip did not weaken even slightly. But Antonio barely moved. His expression had changed completely now. The controlled calm he usually carried had been replaced by something colder, sharper, and far more dangerous. “What,” Antonio growled furiously, “did you do to my wife?” Daniel coughed harshly. Still, despite the pressure nearly choking him, arrogance remained on his face. Even while struggling for breath, his eyes carried the same stubborn hostility. “
Chapter 574
Antonio was crouched beside Cynthia, carefully checking her breathing and the slight tremor in her shoulders. “Stay still,” he said softly. “Just breathe slowly.” Cynthia winced but nodded faintly. “I’m okay… I think,” she whispered. Antonio’s hand moved gently along her arm, checking her shoulder, her ribs, and the way she shifted when she inhaled. His assessment was precise and controlled, confirming she had no obvious fracture or internal injury from the fall. His focus was absolute now, completely cutting off the chaos behind him as though it no longer mattered in that moment. Behind them, Daniel slowly pushed himself up from the floor. His breathing was uneven, his chest still aching from the impact of the earlier reversal. Every movement seemed delayed, as if his body was only partially obeying him. Still, his eyes were not broken yet. They were calculating. Watching. Waiting. And then he saw it. Antonio’s back was turned. Cynthia was distracted. The servants were fr
Chapter 575
Cynthia sat quietly in the living room, her hands trembling slightly as she stared at Daniel’s bleeding body on the floor. The earlier chaos had faded into a heavy silence. Only Daniel’s weak breathing could still be heard. Antonio stood nearby, calm but watchful. His eyes never left Daniel for long. Cynthia slowly looked up at Antonio again. “What if he survives?” she asked softly. Antonio’s expression remained unreadable. “He already told us what he intends to do,” Antonio replied quietly. “If he recovers, he will come back worse.” Cynthia swallowed hard. She remembered the hatred in Daniel’s eyes. The way he had threatened their child. The way he had shoved her violently against the wall. The way he spoke about sacrifice and revenge. A chill moved through her body. Slowly, painfully, she lowered her eyes. This time, she did not argue with Antonio again. She simply sat there silently while Daniel’s breathing grew weaker and weaker. Minutes passed. The servants stoo
Chapter 576
The moment James heard the confirmation that Daniel was dead, something inside him snapped completely. For several seconds, he sat frozen inside his car, gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned pale. Rain continued pouring heavily against the windshield. But James barely noticed it. His breathing became rough. Uneven. His younger brother was dead. Dead. The word echoed repeatedly inside his mind like a hammer. “No…” he muttered again under his breath. The investigator’s voice still sounded faintly through the phone. “Sir? Are you still there?” James finally blinked hard. “How?” he asked quietly. “We are still gathering details,” the investigator answered carefully. “But there are strong indications that Daniel confronted Antonio Morris before his death.” The moment Antonio’s name was mentioned, James’ expression darkened violently. “Antonio…” Hatred immediately surged through him. He ended the call without another word. Then suddenly slammed h
Chapter 577
The atmosphere inside the Greyson family estate remained heavy with grief and anger. Daniel’s death had shaken the entire family deeply. Black clothes filled the massive hall. Low murmurs echoed across the room. Some relatives sat quietly mourning. Others whispered bitterly among themselves. But beneath the grief, something else had begun growing rapidly— resentment. And gradually, that resentment began turning toward one person. Elias Greyson. Elias sat quietly near the far side of the hall, his face tired and troubled. Ever since arriving for the family gathering, he had barely spoken. His mind remained burdened with guilt, confusion, and fear. Daniel was dead. James was furious. And the entire family now looked unstable. Several relatives occasionally glanced toward Elias with visible irritation. At first, the looks were subtle. Then the whispers began growing louder. Finally, one of the older relatives stood abruptly. The man pointed angrily toward Elias. “This
Chapter 578
Elias stood motionless in the center of the Greyson family hall, his face pale with shock and humiliation. The words spoken moments earlier still echoed painfully in his ears. “For now, it’s better you leave.” “And your share of the Greyson properties will be retrieved.” Every sentence felt like a heavy blow against his chest. The hall that had once felt like home now suddenly felt cold and hostile. Dozens of eyes remained fixed on him. Some angry. Some disappointed. Some completely unforgiving. Elias swallowed painfully and slowly looked around at the relatives gathered before him. “These decisions are too extreme,” he said weakly. No one answered immediately. James stood near the center of the room, his expression hard and unmoved. The older members of the family remained equally stern. Elias shook his head slowly. “You are all acting as if I personally caused Daniel’s death.” One elderly uncle replied coldly. “Your choices led us here.” Elias sighed deeply. “My c
Chapter 579
As soon as Elias stepped back into his house that evening, the silence inside greeted him like a heavy weight settling over his shoulders. The Greyson estate—once a symbol of comfort, wealth, authority, and effortless control—now felt different in a way he could not immediately define. Colder. Strained. Almost like it was watching him instead of belonging to him. He stood still for a moment after closing the door behind him, letting the quiet wrap around the hallway like an unseen pressure. Even the familiar décor seemed distant now, as though it no longer acknowledged his presence in the same way it once did. The polished floors, the expensive furniture, the carefully maintained walls—all of it felt unchanged, yet somehow no longer comforting. Slowly, he removed his jacket and loosened his collar before walking toward the living room. His movements lacked their usual confidence. Instead, they were measured, thoughtful, distracted, as though each step required more consideration
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The nanny stood just inside Elias Greyson’s living room, her hands clasped tightly in front of her as she studied him with cautious curiosity. Elias Greyson did not offer her a seat immediately, choosing instead to remain seated in silence, observing her reaction with a cold, measured gaze. He simply gestured faintly toward the chair opposite him, his expression unreadable and controlled. “Sit,” he said flatly. The instruction was brief, but carried an authority that made hesitation difficult. She obeyed, lowering herself into the chair across from him, still unsure why she had been called in such urgency. For a few seconds, neither of them spoke, and the silence between them felt heavier than the room itself. Then Elias leaned forward, placing his elbows lightly on his knees as he studied her more directly. I’ll go straight to the point,” he said, his tone calm but firm, cutting through the stillness of the room. The nanny straightened slightly in response, her attention sha