LOGINSix months later, the Romano mansion no longer looked like a fortress waiting for war. There were still guards at the gates. Still cameras along the walls. Still weapons locked beneath the floors. But the atmosphere had changed. The mansion had become a home again. Workers moved through the gardens. The damaged wings had been rebuilt. The walls that had once carried bullet holes were repaired. And the Romano family was slowly finding its balance. The war was over. Now came the harder part. Building a future. Mark stood in the conference room surrounded by the remaining captains. A large map covered the table. But unlike the maps from the past, this one wasn't covered with enemy positions. It showed businesses. Shipping companies. Restaurants. Construction firms. Warehouses. Hotels. Legal investments. Mark pointed toward the map. "We're changing how this family survives." One captain frowned. "What do you mean?" "We stop depending on violence." Silence. Ma
The ceiling groaned above them. Mark tightened his grip around Mia. "Hold on." She didn't answer. Her head rested against his chest, completely still. Smoke filled the corridor. Fire climbed the walls. Behind him, another section of the building collapsed. Mark barely reacted. He only held her tighter. "I've got you." He stepped over broken stone. One step. Then another. His lungs burned. His arms were beginning to shake. But he kept walking. "Don!" Marco's voice came through the smoke. Mark looked up. Marco appeared with several soldiers. "Over here!" Mark carried Mia toward him. "Clear the exit!" "We're trying!" A massive beam crashed down behind them. Marco grabbed Mark's shoulder. "Move!" They ran. Mark refused to put Mia down. Not for a second. They finally reached the courtyard. Cold rain hit Mark's face. He dropped to his knees with Mia still in his arms. "Medic!" Several soldiers rushed forward. Marco knelt beside him. "Let them check her.
The explosion of gunfire sent everyone into motion. "Seal the exits!" Mark shouted. Romano soldiers rushed through the corridor. Mia stayed close to Mark, scanning the darkness. Moretti was gone. But not far. She could feel it. "He wants us separated," she whispered. Mark looked at her. "Stay beside me." A crash sounded upstairs. Then a voice echoed through the building. "Mia!" She froze. Ethan. Mark raised his weapon. "Don't move." Mia looked toward the staircase. The voice came again. "Help me!" Mia's eyes narrowed. "That's not Ethan." Mark understood immediately. "Trap." Before they could move, gunfire erupted from the balcony. Mark pulled Mia down. Bullets tore through the railing. "Move!" They rushed behind a concrete pillar. Marco's soldiers returned fire. "He's on the second floor!" Mark looked upward. "Keep him contained." Then another voice came from behind them. "Mark." Mia turned. Moretti stood at the end of the corridor. A gun was point
Moretti stood with his back against the desk. There was nowhere left to run. Mark and Mia stood across from him, weapons raised. Romano soldiers surrounded the room. Marco entered behind them. "Don." Mark didn't look away from Moretti. "Nobody moves." Moretti laughed. "You finally made it." Mia's eyes narrowed. "You sound disappointed." "No." Moretti looked at her. "Relieved." Mark's expression hardened. "Explain." Moretti's smile faded. "You still think this war began when I attacked your family." "It didn't?" "No." He stepped away from the desk. "It began long before you were born." Mark lowered his weapon slightly. "Then talk." Moretti looked toward the window. "Your father wasn't always the powerful Don everyone remembers." Mia remained silent. "He started with nothing." Moretti's voice became colder. "Your father and my father grew up in the same district." Mark's eyes narrowed. "My father never mentioned you." "Of course he didn't." Moretti laug
The night had barely settled over Moretti's compound when the first alarm sounded. Mia froze beside the open vent. She heard boots rushing through the corridor. Voices shouted. "Romano vehicles!" "They're attacking!" "Seal the gates!" Mia smiled. Mark had come. She pushed herself through the narrow opening and dropped onto the other side. Pain shot through her injured side. She gritted her teeth. "Not now." She couldn't afford to stop. She had already memorized the guard rotations, the camera positions, and the locations Moretti had carelessly revealed. Now she had one job. Open the compound from within. Outside, Mark stood behind a line of Romano soldiers. The estate was surrounded. Marco approached. "Everyone is ready." Mark stared at the compound. "Where's Mia?" "We still haven't found her." Mark's jaw tightened. "She's inside." "You don't know that." "I do." Marco studied him. "You sound certain." Mark looked toward the dark windows. "She wouldn't w
Mia woke to the sound of rain. Her head throbbed. For a moment, she couldn't remember where she was. Then she saw the metal door. The bare walls. The chair beside the bed. The armed guard standing outside. Everything returned at once. The ambush. The smoke. Ethan. The vehicle. Mark. Her eyes widened. "Mark." The guard looked through the small window. "He's coming." Mia's heart tightened. "Where is he?" The guard said nothing. She pushed herself upright. Pain shot through her side. She winced. The door opened. Moretti walked in. He looked calm. Almost pleased. "You survived." Mia stared at him. "Unfortunately for you." He smiled. "Still defiant." "Still ugly." The guard almost laughed. Moretti's expression hardened. Then he waved the guard away. The door closed. Moretti placed a chair in front of her. "You have two choices." Mia crossed her arms. "I'm listening." "Your husband surrenders." "No." "You haven't heard the offer." "I don't need t
The Romano estate was quiet again that night, but Mia could feel the weight of the world pressing down on her chest. The corridors, normally elegant and orderly, felt like a labyrinth designed to trap her. Every polished surface reflected her conflicted expression, every flickering candle seemed to
The Romano estate was quiet that evening, but the tension inside Mia’s suite was anything but.She was rifling through drawers, packing a small bag. Clothes. Essentials. Anything she could grab in case she decided she’d had enough of this life—the life her father had forced her into.A soft knock a
The Romano mansion was quiet now, the echoes of the wedding day long gone. The opulent halls, lined with polished marble and crystal chandeliers, seemed almost oppressive in the stillness of the night. Mia’s heels clicked softly against the floors as she made her way to her suite, every step a decl
The morning sun poured through the tall windows of the Romano estate, glinting off polished marble floors, gilded walls, and crystal chandeliers. The mansion had been transformed for the wedding—flowers of deep red and white lined the aisle, candles flickered on golden stands, and velvet chairs awa







