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Chapter 52
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2025-06-09 00:00:37The glow of the message still bled across the screen long after she powered it off.
“Julian is in Palermo.”
Seraphina sat at the edge of the bed, Lucien asleep behind her, his breathing even and his hand resting where her waist had been just moments before. His presence was steady, quiet—the way trust could sometimes feel when it wasn’t spoken aloud, but lived in between breaths.
She looked at him then, not as Don Marchesi, not as the man who had torn down walls to get to her, but as something... soft. Unarmed. The way he only allowed himself to be when he thought she wasn’t watching.
It almost broke her more than the message had.
Because now she had a choice.
And she didn’t know which side of her could survive it.
If she told him—if she whispered Julian’s name, if she confessed the fire that still burned in her chest—Lucien would move. He wouldn’t
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Chains of Velvet, Heart of Fire Chapter 125
The sun hadn’t yet broken over the Sicilian coastline when the rotor blades carved a howl through the predawn silence. Below, the land turned from black to deep violet. Stone roads unfurled like veins, and the vineyards vanished into a cliff face overlooking the sea.Lucien Marchesi gripped the frame of the open helicopter door, storm-colored eyes narrowed against the wind. His breath was steady. His silence, colder than the steel beneath his boots.“They hit the safehouse shortly after 3:00 a.m.,” Vincenzo reported beside him, his voice crackling through the comms. “Six total. Clean entry. Disguised as special operations. No mistakes.”Lucien didn’t speak.“They took Lucio.”Still no reaction—only the tightening of his jaw, the hollow expansion of his chest as if the air itself dared weigh on him too heavily.“Elian survived,” Vincenzo added. “Barely. Knife wound to the abdomen. Lost a lot of blood, but he held them off long enough for backup to recover the surveillance footage.”Luc
Chains of Velvet, Heart of Fire Chapter 125
The wind cut through Dubrovnik’s alleys like a blade sharpened by history.Lucien Marchesi walked beneath the stone arches of the ancient quarter with measured steps, his coat flaring behind him. The moonlight flickered off the cobbled streets, throwing long shadows that seemed to follow him with more than curiosity.Beside him, Anton kept one hand on his holstered pistol. Behind them, Seraphina scanned every corner, every rooftop. She’d been silent since the call—since confirming that the file was real, and that it was hidden below one of the city’s oldest cathedrals.“The priest on record?” Lucien asked, breaking the silence.“Gone,” Seraphina replied. “Transferred without notice a week ago. Interpol confirmed he was replaced with a ghost identity.”“Vale Sr.?”“Possibly. Or someone working beneath him. It’s the kind of misdirection he’d admire.”Lucien’s eyes narrowed. “No. This feels… messier. Personal.”They reached the cathedral through a concealed entrance in the crypt garden—a
Chains of Velvet, Heart of Fire Chapter 124
Three and a half years had passed since Allegra last whispered her son’s name aloud.Not because she had forgotten it—she would die with it on her tongue—but because names had power, and grief only made her stronger when left unspoken.She sat at her writing desk in the heart of Villa d’Oro, once a summer retreat, now a fortress rebuilt in grief and silence. Its halls were patrolled not by servants, but by men in tailored suits who carried guns instead of trays. Every corner of the estate had been rewired, rearmed, and reborn under her command.Allegra Ventresca was not mourning.She was planning.And now—finally—the game had opened again.She had read the whispers in the newspapers and the encrypted forums.A failed assassination attempt on Lucien Marchesi. Interpol raids. A resurfaced Gabe Vale Sr. moving through the underworld like a reawakened specter.Most would panic.Allegra smiled.Chaos had always been her favorite condition.Where others saw Vale Sr. as a threat, Allegra saw
Chains of Velvet, Heart of Fire Chapter 123
Dr. Alesandro Merez watched Lucien Marchesi like a sculptor inspecting the stone he refused to let crack.“You’ve healed faster than I’ve ever seen,” he muttered, adjusting Lucien’s IV line. “But don’t mistake momentum for invincibility.”Lucien sat upright in his hospital bed, the stiffness in his torso the only hint of the bullet wound that had nearly killed him a week ago. “I don’t have the luxury of time. He’s moving now. He’s not going to wait.”“You shouldn’t either,” Merez said, pulling out a small device and holding it up to Lucien’s bare chest. “Pulse: 76. Steady. Pain levels?”“Tolerable.”“Liar.”Lucien smirked. “You sound like Seraphina.”“God help you if she starts stitching your wounds. She’ll do it out of spite.”“I’d let her.” Lucien’s voice softened for a moment, the storm in his eyes dimming.Then it returned, sharp and silver—those rare, storm-colored irises reflecting everything he refused to say aloud.He returned to Palazzo Marchesi two days later under midnight
Chains of Velvet, Heart of Fire Chapter 122
It started with a breath—shallow, uneven, but new.Seraphina’s head snapped up from where she sat curled beside Lucien’s bed. For a moment she wasn’t sure. But then, again—his chest rose a little more deeply.And then his fingers twitched.“Lucien…” she whispered, reaching for his hand.His eyelids fluttered.The machines surrounding him beeped steadily, not frantically as they had for days. The monitors registered the change first—his vitals spiked just enough to draw the attention of the attending nurse, who rushed inside and radioed for Dr. Merez.But Seraphina didn’t move from his side. She leaned forward, her fingers threaded through his.Lucien’s brow furrowed. His lips parted, then closed again.“Lucien, it’s me. You’re safe,” she said, voice trembling. “You’re in the hospital. You made it. We got you out.”He let out a low groan, and his eyes finally opened.Dimly. Slowly. But they opened.Storm-colored irises—rare and arresting—gazed back at her, almost silver when the light
Chains of Velvet, Heart of Fire Chapter 121
The persistent beep of Lucien’s heart monitor gave Seraphina strength. A rhythm of resistance. He still hadn’t woken up, but his vitals were stronger, his breaths more even.She sat beside him, eyes hollowed with sleepless nights. The hospital room was quiet, but her mind raced with unfinished wars.The door creaked open. Vincenzo stepped in with a laptop bag slung over his shoulder and a look that meant business.“I hope you didn’t think you’d get a break,” he said.She stood. “Tell me.”He set the laptop down on the tray table and powered it on. “Matteo’s buried in code and digital footprints, but he’s hit a wall. So, he thought of someone else.”Her eyes narrowed. “Me?”“You learned from the best,” Vincenzo said gently. “And we’re not talking about Detective Elian.”Seraphina hesitated, then slowly nodded. “My mother.”Vincenzo slid a drive from his coat pocket. “Detective Elian gave me this. Your mom’s files—everything she compiled before she died. Surveillance logs, offshore acco
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