Chapter 133

Beneath the glitz and glamour, there was a darker undercurrent. Jealousy and greed simmered beneath the surface as the guests eyed each other warily, their smiles hiding daggers. Their every move was calculated, their every word carefully chosen, for they knew better than to cross the man who stood at the center of it all—the Mafia Lord. A single look from him could spell fortune or ruin, and everyone knew it.

As the hours passed, Rosana began to show signs of exhaustion, her smile faltering as she fought to stay awake. Sergio noticed that and called for the night to come to an end. As the guests filed out of the ballroom, he helped her back up the staircase, his concern for her well-being evident in his every gesture.

"Are you alright, Bambolina?"

She collapsed on the bed, her eyes closing in relief as the weight of the evening's events finally caught up with her. "Yes, perfect even. I enjoyed the evening"

Sergio began undressing her. "Your parents refused to spend the night in the