LOGINHer First Decision“She is the reason we win.”Alessandro's words remained in the room long after he finished speaking.Valentina looked at the torn photograph on the desk.Then at him.“You really believe that?”Alessandro met her gaze.“I wouldn't have given you authority if I didn't.”Marco leaned against the desk, his injured arm still secured.“Good. Because she already has three questions.”Valentina ignored him.“Authority over what?”Alessandro walked toward the large window overlooking the estate.“The De Luca shipping division.”Her eyebrows rose.“Shipping?”“Legitimate operations. Warehousing, transportation, and international contracts.”“That's one of your largest divisions.”“Yes.”“And you're giving it to me?”“I'm giving you authority over one section of it.”He turned toward her.“The Manhattan distribution network. You will oversee the contracts, finances, and staff.”Valentina stared at him.“Your board will object.”“They can object.”“And your executives?”“They
PartnersThe lights went out.For three seconds, the estate disappeared into darkness.Then the emergency lights flickered on.Red.Dim.Unsteady.Alessandro raised his weapon.“Stay behind me.”Valentina stepped beside him.“Beside you,” she corrected.His eyes moved toward her.This time, he didn't argue.A gunshot erupted from the hallway.Everyone ducked.Alessandro fired toward the muzzle flash while Valentina moved behind a marble pillar. She noticed a shadow slipping through the side corridor.“There!” she shouted. “He's moving toward the east wing!”Two guards rushed forward.Alessandro followed, but Valentina caught his arm.“Wait.”He turned sharply.“What?”She pointed toward the floor.A thin trail of blood led away from the hallway.“He's injured.”Alessandro studied the trail.Then his gaze shifted to the staircase.“He wants us to follow.”“Exactly.”Marco appeared beside them, his face tense.“Then where is he going?”Valentina looked toward the service corridor.“Som
Husband 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


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