ログインValeria's POVThe distillery was the first thing on my mind, but rushing there immediately would have been the kind of mistake that got people killed.I had learned enough from standing beside Dante for years to understand that patience was sometimes more valuable than strength. Power did not only belong to the person who attacked first. Sometimes it belonged to the person who waited, watched, and chose the right moment to strike.If Aurelio believed his man had remained loyal and silent, then he would still have the advantage of surprise. He would not expect us to know about the location, and that was exactly why I refused to move without preparation. The moment we stepped into that place, there would be no second chances. One wrong decision could cost more lives. Especially Dante's.The thought of him still being somewhere out there, chained, injured, and completely alone, was the only thing that kept the anger inside me from controlling every decision I made. I wanted to go after h
Valeria's POVHours ago, I had stood in front of Aurelio's lieutenant and made a decision that I knew would change the way people looked at me. The old version of myself would have hated what I was doing. The woman who had once believed that everything could be solved through patience, conversations, and trying to understand people would have looked at the person sitting across from me and wondered how I had reached this point.But that woman no longer existed. Not after everything that had happened. Not after my father's death. Not after Dante had been taken from me. Not after Aurelio had walked into my life and treated everyone I loved like pieces on a board.There were moments when I still remembered who I used to be. Then I remembered the picture Aurelio sent me. The video. My father's lifeless body. The way he had looked at me when he told me that everyone I cared about would suffer. Those memories were enough to remind me why I was sitting in that room.The lieutenant sat across
Dante's POVTime had become difficult to measure. At some point, the days had stopped having meaning. I no longer knew whether I had been in that room for three days or five. The only thing I knew for certain was that Aurelio had been careful. He had not allowed me to die, but he had not allowed me to recover either.The food came regularly. The water came regularly. The pain remained constant. Everything was calculated. He gave me enough to keep me conscious, enough to make sure my body did not completely fail, but never enough for me to regain my strength. It was another form of control. Aurelio wanted me awake. He wanted me aware of where I was. He wanted me to understand that he was the reason I was still alive.But what he did not understand was that keeping me alive also gave me time to hate him. And I had more than enough hatred for him.The worst part was that I had started recognizing his footsteps. That was something I hated admitting. The guards came and went, but they move
Valeria's POVThe news moved faster than I expected. By the next morning, the entire city knew there was a woman moving against Aurelio Rossi's growing influence, and the most interesting part was not the destruction of the Frostfang warehouse or the number of people who had fallen because they refused to cooperate. It was the message behind it. Nobody knew exactly what I wanted. Nobody knew how far I was willing to go. But everyone understood one thing. I was demanding loyalty.The rumours had already started spreading. Some called me reckless. Some called me insane. Some questioned how a woman who had spent years standing behind Dante Moretti could suddenly step forward and command his people. Others simply waited to see what would happen next. That was how this world worked. People did not respect words. They respected results. And for the first time since Dante disappeared, I was giving them results.The sound of papers being placed on the desk pulled my attention away from the wi
Aurelio's POVThe morning had started exactly the way I preferred. Quiet. Comfortable. Controlled. The kind of morning that reminded me why I had spent decades building everything I had.The room was large enough that most people would have considered it excessive, but I had never cared about what others thought. Comfort was not something to apologize for. Power came with privileges, and I had earned every single one of them.The curtains remained partially closed, allowing only a small amount of sunlight into the bedroom. The city outside continued moving. People continued working. People continued living their ordinary lives without understanding how much control existed above them. That ignorance was useful.I lay back against the headboard, completely relaxed, with three women around me. One rested against my shoulder. Another sat beside me, tracing lazy patterns against my arm. The third remained near my legs, quietly waiting for whatever attention I decided to give. They knew wh
Valeria's POVThe moment I told Nico where we were going, I knew exactly what expression I would see on his face. Disapproval. It was there immediately. He had been standing across from me in the office, going through the latest updates when I casually informed him that I wanted to visit Frostfang's headquarters. The silence that followed lasted longer than necessary.I looked up from the documents in front of me. "Nico."He blinked. "Yes?""You heard me."His jaw tightened. "Valeria."The way he said my name told me everything — a warning, a request for me to reconsider.I leaned back in the chair. "Do not start.""I am not starting anything." His response was calm, but I knew him well enough by now. Nico was rarely emotional. He was controlled. Measured. The kind of person who thought before speaking. So when he was struggling to find the right words, it meant he was genuinely concerned."You want to go to Frostfang yourself.""Yes.""That is not a negotiation?""No."He stared at m
ValeriaThe black car came to a halt in front of the mansion, with its headlights cutting through the deepening dusk. I didn’t wait for the driver. I opened the door myself and stepped out into the cool night air that brushed against my bare arms and raised goosebumps along my skin. My pulse hadn’t
Valeria“Answer me, Valeria.”My mother’s voice cut through the room again. She repeated the question slowly, clearly enjoying the weight of it.“Do you regret it?” she asked. “Do you regret where our decision landed you?”I stared at her, my hands shaking at my sides. Before I could speak, Dante s
Valeria“What the hell?” Dante shouted.The car stopped hard, and my body pushed forward as I grabbed the seat fast so I would not fall. Before could ask anything, Dante opened his door and rushed out.“Stay here, Val!” he yelled.But I did not stay. I opened my door fast and came out too. The driv
Valeria“You need to understand something first,” Marco said as he wiped his hands on a cloth. “Your brother hardly comes here.”I stared at him. “What?”He nodded. “Lorenzo is not the one who spends time here. It’s your father.”My chest tightened. “That’s not possible. He told me he was sick.”Ma







