MasukHusband and Wife Across the city, another phone began to ring. And this time, the caller wasn't waiting for Alessandro. Valentina's phone vibrated inside her coat. She glanced at the screen. UNKNOWN NUMBER. Alessandro noticed her hesitation. “Don't answer it.” She looked at him. “Why?” “Because I said so.” The phone stopped ringing. Then a message appeared. YOU SHOULD HAVE LISTENED TO YOUR HUSBAND. Valentina's fingers tightened around the device. A second message followed. NEXT TIME, HE WON'T REACH YOU IN TIME. Alessandro saw the screen. The warmth in his expression disappeared. “Give me the phone.” Valentina handed it over, but her eyes remained fixed on his face. “What are you going to do?” “Find the person who sent it.” “And then?” He didn't answer. The vehicle slowed as the convoy approached the estate gates. Alessandro immediately began issuing orders. “Double the security. Check every entrance. No one leaves without my permission.” Valentina stepped o
The Don Is Furious “Because this time, we’re going to make them regret asking for me.” For several seconds, Alessandro said nothing. The rain continued pounding against the ground, filling the silence between them. Then he laughed. It was quiet. Cold. There was nothing amused about it. “You think this is a game?” Valentina’s expression hardened. “I never said that.” “You just volunteered to walk into an enemy-controlled location because they asked for you.” “They already know they can use me against you.” “That is exactly why you are not going.” His voice cracked through the night. Several guards nearby lowered their eyes. They had seen Alessandro furious before. This was different. Valentina didn't move. “You're angry because I made a decision without you.” “I’m angry because you almost got yourself killed.” “I survived.” “That's not the point.” “Then what is?” Alessandro stepped closer. “The point is that I watched you disappear into that building tonight kno
The Price of TrustValentina turned back toward the railway station.The abandoned buildings stood beneath the heavy rain, their broken windows reflecting flashes of light from the gunfire. Alessandro’s men were still searching the area, moving between the shadows with their weapons raised.Something was wrong.The rescue had been too easy.The girl had been tied inside a poorly guarded room, with only two men protecting her. No backup. No escape plan. Nothing that matched the danger Luca had described.Valentina’s instincts tightened.“Alessandro,” she said.He turned toward her. “What?”“Something isn’t right.”His gaze moved toward the building. “We’ll search it again.”“No.” She shook her head. “They wanted us to find her.”Marco stepped out of the SUV, his injured arm pressed against his chest. “You think the girl is a trap?”Valentina looked at the child sitting inside the vehicle. The girl was trembling, her wet hair stuck to her face. She looked terrified.But fear could be re
Valentina Takes ControlThe convoy was supposed to leave in ten minutes.Ten minutes.That was how long Alessandro had given his men to prepare the vehicles, check the weapons, and secure every possible route to the old railway station.Valentina stood in the middle of the war room, staring at the map spread across the table. Red markings covered the abandoned railway station, its surrounding streets, and the possible escape routes.Alessandro stood opposite her, his phone pressed to his ear.“Seal the northern road,” he ordered. “No one gets through without my confirmation.”He ended the call and looked at her.“Stay here.”Valentina slowly lifted her eyes. “Excuse me?”“You heard me.”“I heard you perfectly.” She placed both hands on the table. “You want to go into an unknown location controlled by men who have Luca’s daughter, while I stay here and wait for news?”“That’s exactly what I want.”“And if the enemy has another trap waiting for you?”“I’ll deal with it.”Valentina let o
Blood Doesn't Protect YouThe estate had never felt so quiet.The kind of quiet that made every small sound noticeable the ticking of the grandfather clock, the distant footsteps of guards, the faint rustle of curtains against the windows.Alessandro stood at the dining table with both hands planted against the map.The old railway station was circled in red.Their next move was already planned.“We leave before sunrise,” he said. “If they're holding Luca's daughter there, we get her out before they know what hit them.”Marco stood opposite him, studying the map.“And the ledger?”“We take it with us.”Valentina sat nearby, watching both men.“And Luca?”Alessandro's jaw tightened.“He stays here.”A bitter laugh came from the other side of the room.Luca sat beneath the watch of two guards, his wrists bound.“You think they'll let you leave me behind?”Alessandro looked at him.“They aren't getting you.”Luca lowered his head.“They'll kill my daughter.”“We'll get her.”“You don't
The BetrayalThe warehouse fell into an uncomfortable silence.Luca stood in the middle of the room, surrounded by armed men. His face had lost its color, and his eyes remained fixed on the phone Marco held.Alessandro stared at his brother.His own brother.The man who had shared his childhood, his family, and his darkest secrets.The man who had been selling him out.“Six months,” Alessandro said, his voice dangerously calm. “You've been feeding our enemies information for six months?”Luca swallowed. “Alessandro, please.....”“Don't.”Alessandro stepped closer.“Don't stand there and say my name like you haven't been stabbing me in the back.”Luca lowered his gaze.That small movement was enough to ignite Alessandro's anger.He grabbed Luca by the collar and slammed him against the wall.“Look at me!”Luca's head struck the concrete.“I never wanted you dead!”“But you knew they were coming for us!”“I didn't know they would attack the wedding!”Alessandro's grip tightened.“You kn



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