2025-02-24 17:56:02Javier found the bracelet and carefully put it away.
He was furious. Mateo had just spat on his head, and before he could react, he heard Mateo's mockery from above;
"Look, this is what a beggar like you should be doing, rummaging through the trash to see if there's anything to eat or something valuable."
Javier could no longer control his anger.
"Fuck you!"
Javier’s patience finally snapped. In a flash, his fist connected with Mateo’s face. A sickening crunch echoed through the room as cartilage shattered under the force of the blow.
Mateo staggered backward, a curse slipping from his lips as he clutched his bleeding nose.
His grip found the edge of the bed, steadying himself.
Camila shrieked, her hands flying to her mouth as she rushed to Mateo’s side.
"Javier! Have you lost your mind?!" she screamed, voice laced with panic.
They clashed like wild animals, raw fury igniting the air between them.
Camila’s fear spiked. She didn’t want her boss hurt since it might jeopardize her promotion.
"Stop it! Stop it right now! Javier, you could kill him!"
But Javier wasn’t finished. His rage burned too hot, too deep.
Grabbing Mateo by the collar, he yanked him up before driving another brutal punch into his gut.
Mateo choked out a gasp, collapsing onto the nightstand.
The impact sent an expensive cologne bottle crashing to the floor, its scent of cedar and arrogance thickening the air.
"Fuck!" Mateo groaned, wiping the blood from his lips.
"You’re gonna regret this!"
Camila snapped. Seeing Mateo bruised and bloodied unhinged something inside her.
Without thinking, she snatched up an ornate glass lamp and swung with all her strength.
The lamp connected with the back of Javier’s head. A sickening thud rang out as pain exploded through his skull.
Warm blood trickled down his neck, seeping into his shirt.
Javier swayed but didn’t fall. He turned, vision blurred, his gaze locking onto Camila.
"Camila… what did you do?"
He searched her face, hoping for guilt, regret—some sign she still cared.
But she only lifted her chin, fire burning in her eyes as she clung to Mateo’s arm like he was her savior.
"You brought this on yourself!" she spat. "Now, get out!"
Her voice was sharp, final.
"You’re nothing, Javier. You have nothing. You can’t give me what I want. Just leave!"
Javier let out a low, bitter chuckle. No humor, only disbelief.
He had spent years working himself to the bone for her, sacrificing, ensuring she had everything she desired. And now?
Now, she had thrown him aside for this cocky asshole!
Mateo, emboldened by Camila’s venom, pointed a trembling finger at Javier.
"You heard her. Get lost. And don’t think this is over. You’ll pay for this."
Javier didn’t spare him another glance. He turned and walked away, the sting of betrayal cutting deeper than any physical wound.
The moment he stepped outside, he couldn’t control himself.
His knees buckled, the blood loss catching up to him. Darkness crept into his vision before he collapsed onto the cold pavement.
A sleek black car purred to a stop nearby.
Inside, Valeria Cortes watched the crumpled figure on the ground with mild curiosity.
One perfectly sculpted brow arched as she studied his face.
"Stop the car," she commanded.
Her driver hesitated. "Miss Cortes, he’s just some nobody."
Valeria tilted her head, her expression unreadable.
"He looks familiar. Bring him inside first." Her voice left no room for argument.
The driver obeyed.
As Javier’s unconscious body was lifted into the car, rarely does such a surprised expression appear on Valeria’s face.
"I think I know him. He looks so familiar…"
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CHAPTER 294
Javier gave Amara a single nod—an unspoken acceptance of her resolve—before striding past Damon, who was already on the comms, murmuring orders into a hidden earpiece. The hotel suite door shut behind them with a soft click, the air outside colder, heavier—like the night knew what they were heading into.Down in the underground garage, a matte-black SUV waited, engine running. Javier slipped into the back seat while Amara took the front. Damon climbed behind the wheel.“They’re expecting us,” Damon said, pulling out into the street, “but we’ll still go in from the east entrance—less visibility, less noise.”“Any heat signatures?” Javier asked.
CHAPTER 293
Javier paced to the wet bar, poured himself a glass of water—no liquor tonight. Not until his mind was sharper than the blade he kept hidden beneath his coat. He took a sip, then turned back to Amara.“Start from the beginning,” he said. “How did you find out Sable was in the city?”“I intercepted chatter on a secure channel,” Amara replied, pulling a tablet from her bag and placing it on the glass table. “Encrypted, but sloppy. He’s getting arrogant. Someone referred to him as Dr. S—that’s the same alias he used in Prague.”Javier’s eyes narrowed. “And the lab?”“Abandoned pharmaceutical facility. East River district. Last used five years ago. No electricity on the grid, but the thermal scans I ran last night show movement. At least four people inside. Possibly more underground.”“So he’s building something.”“Or someone,” Amara said, her jaw clenched. “If it’s another subject like—”“Don’t.” Javier’s voice dropped, almost a whisper. “We don’t speak about Subject 12.”Amara lowered h
CHAPTER 292
The elevator hummed softly as it ascended. Amara stood beside Javier in tense silence, stealing glances at him every few seconds. His hands were in his pockets now, his posture calm—but she knew better. The stillness in Javier Montalvo always came before a storm.“I didn’t expect to find you here,” she said finally, her voice low.“I didn’t expect to be humiliated in front of a lobby full of parasites,” he replied, eyes fixed on the elevator numbers. “But life’s full of surprises.”Amara winced. “They didn’t know who you were.”“They didn’t need
CHAPTER 291
"Mr. Montalvo. We need to speak. It's urgent."Every voice in the lobby fell silent. Heads turned toward the woman who had just burst in—tall, striking, dressed in an immaculately tailored navy coat and heels that echoed sharply on the marble floor. Her hair was pinned back tightly, her face pale and strained, yet full of urgency.The man behind the reception desk blinked, flustered. "Do you... Do you know this gentleman, Miss?"She ignored him entirely. Her gaze was locked on Javier.Javier didn't move from where he stood—arms crossed, jaw tight, still reeling from the string of humiliating remarks hurled his way only minutes earlier. He’d tolerated the sneers, the laughs, the thinly veiled contempt from the hotel staff and a handful of self-important
CHAPTER 290
The hotel lobby buzzed with well-dressed socialites and businessmen, each flaunting their wealth as if it were a contest. Marble floors gleamed under the golden chandeliers, and classical music floated gently through the air. Javier stood near the entrance, wearing a plain black shirt and dark slacks—unassuming, modest, and far from the designer-laden crowd that occupied the room.He approached the reception desk with quiet confidence, waiting patiently behind a group of guests who eyed him with visible disdain. One woman in a tight red dress glanced over her shoulder and scoffed.“Looks like security’s getting real lenient these days,” she whispered to her friend, not bothering to lower her voice.Her friend laughed, flipping her blonde hair. “Maybe he’s lost. Or looking for the kitchen entrance.”Javier said nothing, simply waited.The concierge, a tall man with a stiff posture and too much cologne, frowned when he finally looked up and saw Javier. “Sir,” he began, voice clipped and
CHAPTER 289
The chandelier above the grand lobby of Hotel Caravelle sparkled like crushed diamonds, its soft golden light casting a warm glow over the marble floors. Guests in tailored suits and glittering gowns milled about, sipping champagne, chatting, laughing—the wealthy elite in their natural habitat.Javier entered quietly.He wore a simple dark blazer, pressed slacks, and a muted gray shirt. His shoes were polished but lacked the designer insignia most guests flaunted. No cufflinks. No flashy watch. No entourage.Just him. Alone.He crossed the lobby to the concierge, pausing politely as two women draped in designer gowns finished speaking.“I don’t care what
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