Chapter 103: Powerful Alliance (Final)

The cold wind blew violently through the cracks of the old cabin where Johnny was hiding, it was as if the world itself knew that there, amidst the smell of wood and dust, a cycle was about to end. Bella Hahn entered without hesitation, her eyes steady, her heart racing. Beside her, DK maintained the posture of a bodyguard and partner, but there was also the pain of years of losses and scars. On the other side, Johnny Iverson was waiting for them. His blond hair disheveled, his face beautiful but sarcastic as always, he held a glass of whiskey as if it were the only thing keeping him standing. Beside him, Taylor, loyal to the end, sharpened his gaze like a blade ready to cut. “I see you brought company, Bella,” Johnny teased, with that crooked and ironic smile that she once found charming — and that now caused repulsion. “Just enough to ensure that you fall today and never get up again,” she replied, her voice not trembling.

Before the confrontation could begin, a loud noise outside alerted everyone. Taylor ran and found Oliver waiting for him. The fight between the two was brutal, with no time for words. Taylor was all brute strength, each punch he threw could break bones. Oliver, on the other hand, was pure technique and determination, and although he was somewhat tired from having defeated some of the thugs guarding the old cabin practically single-handedly, that was exactly why he suffered cuts to his face and a dislocated shoulder, but he did not retreat. With an armbar and a precise blow to the temple, he knocked Taylor down and finished him off with a shot to the chest. Oliver could barely stand, but he looked up and said, gasping:

"One less."

Inside the cabin, Bella and Johnny had already drawn their weapons. DK stepped forward when Johnny fired, and the shot grazed his arm. Bella, enraged, shouted:

"Enough hiding behind chaos, Johnny!"

She ran towards him and disarmed him with a kick. The two fell, rolling on the cold floor. They exchanged punches, shoves, until Bella was on top, pointing her gun at his chest.

“You destroyed my life. You destroyed my brother, you killed my father, you allied yourself with Rebecca and you almost killed Théo!”

Johnny didn’t react. For the first time, he seemed smaller. Vulnerable. His eyes met hers, and the mask fell.

“I… I don’t know who I am without you anymore, Bella,” he said, his voice hoarse. “When I lost that baby… when I saw what I had become, I wanted you to kill me ever since.”

Bella hesitated. Tears ran down her face. She remembered the Johnny who made her laugh, who held her at night. She remembered the pain, the blood, the child she had never known.

“You had every chance,” she whispered. “But you chose hell.”

Johnny smiled sadly.

“Maybe that’s all I deserved.”

And then, she shot.

The sound of the gunshot echoed loudly, like thunder sealing the end of a storm. Bella fell to her knees, sobbing. DK rushed over and held her in his arms. She wept, not only from pain, but from release.

Weeks passed. The Hahn mansion, once a symbol of pride and tragedy, had been restored. In the great hall, polished mirrors reflected the glow of candles and smiles. Bella, wearing a white lace dress with the family crest emblazoned in the background, was greeted with applause.

The ceremony was low-key but powerful. Bella Hahn and Dylan Kicher exchanged rings in front of their allies, sealing the strongest alliance in decades. The Hahn name was cleansed and restored. Anthony and Benjamin’s legacy was vindicated and immortalized.

Bella looked toward the altar, where a portrait of her father and brother stood surrounded by flowers.

“I promised I would restore our honor,” she said. “And I have.”

On the island where Jimena lived in peace, the sun gilded the white sand like a blessing. Théo ran along the beach, laughing loudly, throwing sand at Susan and Oliver—now a couple who had turned wounds into love. They laughed with him, free from the scars of past battles.

Further back, Bella walked barefoot, feeling the cold sand beneath her feet. She wore a light dress, and her already rounded belly betrayed the new life she carried. Beside her, DK held her hand tenderly.

“He will grow up far from hate, Bella. Far from all that,” he said.

“Yes,” she replied with a serene smile. “This son will inherit a better world. Because we fought for it to be that way.”

Jimena, sitting on the porch, watched the scene with tears in her eyes. The family was complete again, in a new, stronger way.

Bella looked at the sea and whispered:

“Love won. Power, too. But this time... with justice.”

And so, amidst the sound of the waves and the laughter of a new generation, the story ended.

The end... and a new beginning.