登入0151~Aria~For most of my life, loud sounds meant danger. A slammed door meant betrayal. A sudden phone call meant loss. Even silence had once felt like something waiting to break.But today, the bronze bells rolled through the city like something different entirely.Like celebration.Like peace finally learned how to exist without asking permission.I stood in the private room just beside the cathedral’s main hall, staring at my reflection in the tall mirror. For a moment, I didn’t recognize the woman looking back at me.The gown I wore was pure white silk, soft as water, heavy only in meaning. It flowed to the floor in a long, elegant train that spread behind me like a quiet river. My hair was pinned up carefully, held in place by a diamond tiara that once belonged to my grandmother. It wasn’t just jewelry. It felt like inheritance. Like survival.Like every woman before me had fought her own war so I could stand here without trembling.And yet…My eyes were what surprised me most.
0150~Aria~I felt a cool breeze blow. I stood on the wide stone terrace. I had been standing there for a long time, just watching the light change.A year ago, I would have called this peace suspicious.Temporary.Something that would break if I touched it too firmly.But now… it stayed.It stayed like it belonged.For the first time in so long, my chest didn’t feel tight. The constant weight I used to carry, the fear, the grief, the endless anticipation of something going wrong was gone. Not forgotten. Just… quieter. Like a scar that no longer ached in the rain.Down in the garden, laughter rang out clear and bright.I leaned slightly over the railing.Isabella was running through the lavender bushes, her small boots kicking up soft petals as she chased a golden butterfly that kept teasing her just out of reach. Her hair was loose today, catching the sunlight every time she turned her head. She looked free in a way I once wasn’t sure she ever could be.A year ago, she used to hesit
0149~Aria~Sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office at Santoro headquarters, warming the polished wood and softening the sharp edges of another long day.Months had passed since the warehouse.Months since gunshots, fear, and everything that nearly destroyed us.But sometimes, in quiet moments, the memory still found me.If I closed my eyes long enough, I could still hear the sound of that bullet.Still remember the terror of almost losing everything.A soft knock interrupted my thoughts.“Come in,” I called.The door opened, and Celine stepped inside carrying a stack of reports balanced neatly against her tablet.She moved with quiet confidence now.Professional.The only visible reminder of everything she had survived was the occasional way she adjusted the fabric near her left shoulder where the bullet had grazed her months ago.“The quarterly reports for Marseille are ready,” she said, walking toward my desk.I looked up and smiled.A real smile.Not poli
0148~Joan~Everything in this room was white.The walls.The floor.The ceiling.Even the air felt white somehow, cold, it was stripped of warmth, carrying the sharp smell of medicine that never left my nose. The light was always so bright, they never turned off completely. Even at night, they dimmed just enough to remind me that darkness didn’t exist here.There was no peace in this place.No comfort.No escape.They called it treatment.Recovery.A chance to heal.But I knew better.This wasn’t healing.This was punishment.A prison disguised as mercy.I sat on the edge of the narrow bed, staring at the steel door across from me. It was heavy, cold and locked.No handle on my side.No windows.No sky.No way to feel time passing except through routines that slowly hollowed me out.Every few hours, food arrived through the slot at the bottom of the door.Plastic trays.Cold vegetables.Dry meat.Water in paper cups.The same meals.The same silence.The same crushing loneliness.I h
0147~Aria~The heavy oak doors of the Santoro boardroom opened slowly, the sound echoing through the silence like a challenge.I stepped inside, my heels striking sharply against polished marble.This room had always belonged to my father.Deals had been made here. Empires expanded. Lives ruined or rewritten with a single decision spoken from the chair at the head of the table.And now that chair sat empty.Waiting for me.I wore black not for mourning this time, but for armor. A perfectly tailored suit, sharp lines, clean edges. I didn’t want anyone in this room seeing grief when they looked at me.I wanted them to see leadership.Power.Control.Behind me, Luca walked in step with me.Not behind.Beside.The difference mattered.His suit was immaculate, dark enough to blend into the room while somehow making him stand out anyway. But no expensive tailoring could soften what lived in his eyes that quiet alertness, the instinct to assess every threat before it arrived.He wasn’t stan
0146~Aria~The sky over Paris was eacy. A great mad had gone. It felt fitting.The world was supposed to feel heavy today.I stood at the edge of the Santoro family burial grounds dressed in black, a silk veil resting over my face like grief itself. Beside me, Luca stood solid and unmoving, calm in the way mountains are calm before storms. One hand rested protectively on Isabella’s shoulder as she stood quietly between us.The funeral stretched before us in a sea of black coats and umbrellas.Powerful people had come from everywhere business partners, old allies, rivals dressed as mourners. Men and women who had spent years orbiting my father’s world now stood whispering behind careful expressions.But they weren’t only mourning Vittorio Santoro.They were watching me.Measuring me.Wondering whether his daughter had inherited enough steel to carry what he left behind.Whether I would survive the weight of his name.I felt movement near me and turned.Pierre was approaching with his







