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Shadows of Betrayal

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last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-06-17 17:24:30

The rain hadn’t stopped all evening. It threaded down from the night sky in relentless curtains, whispering secrets against the cracked windowpanes. Each droplet tapped like a warning—soft, steady, impossible to ignore. Outside, the city was hushed and trembling, bathed in the pallid glow of flickering street lamps that barely kept the darkness at bay. It was the kind of night that smelled of rusted iron and regret, where even the shadows seemed to breathe.

Leora stood still in the middle of a forgotten backroom at the edge of the neutral zone. Far from the gilded safety of the Don’s estate. Far from polished floors and well-dressed lies. Here, dust reigned. Mold clawed at the walls. The air was heavy with the memory of old tobacco, of secrets smoked away and left to rot. One weak bulb dangled from the ceiling, sputtering now and then like it too had grown tired of pretending this place still mattered.

She didn’t come here for comfort.

She came here for truth.

This place wasn’t just h
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    The Moretti mansion no longer breathed.It suffocated.Every creak of the wood, every brush of wind against glass felt like a whisper of Dante’s presence. Guards no longer laughed between shifts. Even Marco—the loudest, boldest of them—kept his hand near his gun at all times, eyes shadowed with doubt.Dante had not struck in days.And that was worse than blood.Because silence was a weapon too.---Leora walked through the eastern wing with two guards trailing. She had begged Allerick for privacy, but even he knew better now.Still, no number of guards could banish the unease.Halfway down the corridor, she froze.There on the wall—a smear of red. Not paint. Blood.Her heart pounded as she stepped closer. Someone had written a single word with their fingertip, letters shaky but clear:LIAR.One of the guards swore. The other pressed his gun to the corner shadows, as if expecting Dante to step out smiling.But the corridor was empty.And that was the point.Leora whispered, “He’s not k

  • Bride of the Mafia cripple    Noose of Blood

    The mansion was no longer a sanctuary.Every corridor hummed with paranoia. Doors were double-locked, sentries stood two at every post, yet men still jumped at shadows, at the creak of wood, at the whisper of wind under the eaves.The enemy was no longer an army—it was a ghost, a brother who knew every crack in the Moretti armor.And the ghost was tightening the noose.---Leora felt it first at dawn.She was walking the gallery when she noticed the portraits—Moretti ancestors, men of steel and fire—defaced. Each canvas slashed open with surgical precision.And painted in the blood of some unlucky guard were three words beneath Allerick’s own portrait:“You are next.”Her scream summoned Marco, who cursed violently before dragging the canvases down.But Allerick insisted they remain.“Leave them,” he ordered, his voice like stone. “Let the men see what hunts us. Fear sharpens a blade.”Leora stared at him, trembling. “And what does it do to the heart?”He didn’t answer.---The strike

  • Bride of the Mafia cripple    Brothers in Ash.

    The message carved into steel had not been scrubbed away.Allerick ordered the warehouse sealed, untouched, as if the scars in the metal were an altar. Men stood guard at every door, but no one dared linger inside. The words seemed to bleed still.“Brothers share everything. Even blood.”The soldiers whispered of curses, of vendettas older than the Council itself. But when Allerick wheeled into the ruin, the whispers fell silent.He studied the grooves in the steel with a predator’s patience. His jaw flexed once, twice.Marco lingered behind him. “This wasn’t Council work.”“No,” Allerick agreed. His voice was so low it scraped like gravel. “This was family work.”The silence that followed was worse than gunfire.---Back at the estate, Leora felt the air heavy with unease. The men trained harder, barked sharper, their laughter dead. Even the walls seemed to listen.She moved like a ghost among them, binding wounds, fetching water, forcing smiles. But her thoughts gnawed her raw.Brot

  • Bride of the Mafia cripple    The Ghost in His Blood

    The night refused to end.Smoke still clawed at the horizon, a red wound where Palermo burned, but the Moretti estate felt colder than ash. Every wall seemed to whisper, every shadow seemed to hold a face.Leora awoke from dreams of fire and found the Vessel kneeling by the window, hair tangled, eyes wide open. She hadn’t moved for hours.“What are you doing?” Leora whispered, wrapping a shawl around her shoulders.The Vessel’s head turned slowly. “Listening.”“To what?”The girl pressed her palm to the glass, breath fogging it faintly. “The dead. They’re still screaming. Some of them used to be yours.”Leora’s blood chilled. She hurried forward and grasped the girl’s shoulders, shaking gently. “No more of that. Do you hear me? No more.”The Vessel blinked, and the spell broke. She sagged against Leora, lips trembling. “I didn’t mean it. It just… comes.”Leora stroked her hair, heart aching. What have they made you into?But she couldn’t ask aloud. She couldn’t admit the fear curling

  • Bride of the Mafia cripple    Echoes in Smoke

    The east wing still smoldered.Men dragged corpses from marble floors, their boots leaving red trails where fire hoses had failed to wash away the blood. The Moretti estate, once a fortress of glass and iron, smelled like a grave.Leora stood in the courtyard, her hands shaking as she scrubbed soot from the Vessel’s face. The girl sat on the stone steps, silent, eyes fixed on the ruined windows. Her hair clung in damp strands, her lips parted as if she might whisper—but no sound came.Leora cupped her cheeks, forcing her gaze down. “You did well,” she said softly. “You saved me.”The girl blinked. Slowly, uncertainly, she asked, “Am I allowed?”Leora’s throat tightened. She kissed her forehead. “Yes. You’re allowed.”But the words felt fragile, paper-thin against the night.---Inside, Allerick’s men worked in grim silence.Marco stood near his Don, shirt torn and arm bandaged, face pale from blood loss. “Thirty dead, Don. Twenty more wounded. Half the staff gone. The house won’t hold

  • Bride of the Mafia cripple    Blood on Marble

    The house groaned like a dying beast.Smoke pressed down on the gilded ceilings, fire licked across priceless tapestries, and the east wing’s grand chandelier dangled by a single chain, swinging wildly above the battlefield.Council soldiers shouted commands through their black masks, storming through the breach. Moretti guards fired back with desperate precision, the marble floors slick with blood.And then—like shadows carved from the night—they arrived.The third force.Silent. Efficient. Moving as one. Their formation was military, but too precise, too rehearsed. Their black uniforms carried no insignia.Their leader strode in front, mask peeled back just long enough to reveal a face Leora knew, a ghost dragged from the grave. But before recognition could sink its claws fully into her, the figure gave a mocking bow.“Don Moretti,” the stranger purred, voice carrying above the carnage. “It seems your war has grown… crowded.”And then—chaos doubled.---The new arrivals tore into bo

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