LOGINTo protect my boyfriend, Nico, the illegitimate son of our allies, the Moretti family, from their internal power struggles, I agreed to leave New York with him. But on the eve of my adoptive father, the Don of the Falcone family, signing our transfer orders, he backed out. Through the hidden door of the cigar lounge, I heard his right-hand man tease him: "So you really kept up that act for three months just to get rid of the princess?" "But she's your childhood sweetheart. You really have the heart to some miserable fishing village in the Baltics all by herself?" Nico's voice was nonchalant. "It's just an outpost across the pond. How far can it be?" "Scarlett is too controlling. If I don't get her out of the picture, how am I supposed to get any breathing room? Besides, I need to put Chloe at ease." I stood behind that hidden door for a long time that night, my grip on the doorknob tightening until my knuckles were white, before I finally let go. I turned and walked away, pulling out my tablet to change my flight plan. I changed the destination from the official plan of that desolate Baltic outpost to a seat at the High Table in Sicily, which is the absolute center of old-world Mafia power. Everyone seemed to have forgotten. I am the princess of the Falcone family. And he is nothing but filth from the gutter. We were never a match.
View MoreThe merger of Falcone and VM International was like a precision war machine, crushing all obstacles in its path.Three years later, Vincent and I were married.The wedding was held at an old estate in Sicily, where every window frame was adorned with amethyst wind chimes.The Mediterranean breeze swept through, and the garden filled with a crisp, tinkling sound, like a requiem for the years that had passed.After the guests had left, I received a special gift.There was no name.But I recognized the Moretti family's wax seal at a glance, though the emblem was now faint and blurred.After taking control, Vincent had conducted a devastating purge of the Moretti family.The once-mighty Morettis were now nothing but ruins and a few collateral branches struggling to survive.When it came to traitors, in business or in love, Vincent and I both believed in pulling them out by the roots.I raised an eyebrow in surprise and opened the somewhat shabby velvet box.Inside, a purple diamond ring la
It was late by the time we finished dealing with the aftermath at the family safe house, so I took Vincent directly back to my private penthouse.The next morning, I woke up to breakfast already laid out.I leaned against the doorframe, watching the man seriously brewing coffee. "Feeling domestic?""I don't have an official title yet. Have to stay on my best behavior to make a good impression on my princess.""Otherwise, what if she gets mad and decides she doesn't want me anymore?"Vincent, wearing only a towel, with water dripping from his hair, teased me as he tweaked my nose.I sighed, remembering the blatant, gossipy stares my friends gave Vincent as we left last night.I scrolled idly on my tablet until my eyes landed on a news story, and I laughed."You want an official title? Well, here it is."On the screen, New York's financial and gossip columns had, for once, reached a consensus.The headlines were in bold, black font, and shocking:"FALCONE HEIRESS IN SCANDALOUS AFFAIR, NO
The next time I saw Nico was at a sit-down between the major families.We were all adults, and the conversation in our circle naturally turned to business and territory.The dim candlelight and rich whiskey created a comfortable atmosphere.I couldn't resist staying a little longer, but then two uninvited guests arrived.Nico and Chloe.The atmosphere froze for a strange moment.Livia leaned in close, her voice a low sneer. "Scarlett, no one invited them."I nodded. It was obvious.My friend sighed in relief, her tone dripping with contempt. "Those two are the underworld's vermin now. Their family is in shambles, and their methods have become just as pathetic.""Especially Chloe. She looks at Nico like he's some kind of savior and sees every other woman as a threat."I swirled the wine in my glass, my expression indifferent.Nico was noticeably thinner, his eyes dark and sullen.Chloe was still in her signature white dress, but the gaudy jewelry made her look like a child playing dress
To handle a seized shipment, I drove to a derelict warehouse in Brooklyn.This was a Falcone family gray area. I parked the car, and my heels clicked against the concrete, echoing in the empty space.The moment I stepped into the shadows, I sensed a presence, the sound of breathing."Come out."My hand rested on the butt of my gun as I gave the cold command.A figure stumbled out of the darkness.He looked up, and his eyes were bloodshot.I frowned. "Nico?"He had lost all his former swagger. His shirt was wrinkled, his eyes shot through with red veins."How much family intel did you sell to get past my three security checkpoints?"The silent man just stared at me, then said abruptly, "Scarlett, you've gotten thinner."I had no idea what he hoped to accomplish with that pathetic line and turned to leave.But he suddenly lunged forward and grabbed me in a hug, his grip so tight it felt like he wanted to crush my ribs.Fortunately, my training was more than just for show. I twisted his






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