LOGINNora’s POV;
Luca’s voice was the only thing tethering me to movement. “This way, Nora. Keep walking.” His hand hovered close to my back, steady but not intrusive, guiding me toward the garage. The air outside was cooler, sharper, as though the night itself had been cut open. My legs felt wooden as we approached the SUV. It was black, sleek, the kind of vehicle that screamed power and danger at the same time. Luca opened the back door for me, and I climbed in without a word. Inside, was a lady whose face was completely glued to her phone screen so though everything that went down didn’t really bother her, her presence startled me. She looked so young, barely older than me—if older at all. Her hair framed her face in soft waves, her eyes steady and piercing. She had the kind of beauty that seemed carved out of stone: delicate yet intimidating. “You must be Nora” “Hi, I’m Luna…….Leo’s sister” she finally looked up at me chuckling while introducing herself “Hi” I forced a smile Two SUVs pulled ahead of us, and another lingered behind, forming a convoy. The engines roared to life in unison, and we rolled forward into the night. I pressed my back into the leather seat, but no amount of softness could ease the tension in my body. My fingers trembled in my lap. My mind raced in circles. A head. A human head. On a platter. Right in front of us. I squeezed my eyes shut. Maybe if I didn’t see it anymore, it would stop replaying. But it didn’t. It was still there, flashing behind my eyelids. Why? Who would send something so grotesque? Why during that dinner? I barely realized I was holding my breath until Luna’s voice broke through my spiral. “You shouldn’t get scared because of something like this.” My head snapped toward her, eyes wide. Her tone was calm—almost casual. The way one might talk about rain or traffic, not… not this. I blinked at her, trying to process what I had just heard. She looked so unbothered, almost serene, like death and chaos weren’t nipping at our heels. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?” I asked, my voice sharper than intended. Her lips curved into a small smile, unfazed. “Welcome to the family.” I stared at her, utterly dumbfounded. Welcome? To this? I turned my gaze back to the window. The night blurred past, streetlights streaking like tired comets. My chest felt tight. I didn’t know what I had gotten myself into—or rather, what my father had shoved me into. A marriage, a family, a world that felt less like life and more like a nightmare in velvet and blood. The car was silent for a while. Only the hum of the engine filled the space. My thoughts spiraled again, pulling me deeper. How had my life switched like this? Just days ago, I had been a girl who loved books more than people, dreaming of law school, of New York, of control over my own path. Now I was… what? A wife to a stranger? A pawn in a game too bloody for me to understand? What had my father done? Before I could drown in the weight of it, Luca’s voice cut through, calm but alert. “We’re being tailed.” I froze. For a second, the words didn’t register. Tailed? Like in movies? Like in the crime shows I never thought could become real? Unbothered. That was the only word I could think of as I looked at him. He didn’t panic. His hands stayed steady on the wheel. His expression didn’t even flicker. He just stated it, as if announcing a change in the weather. It took longer than it should have for my brain to process. We’re being followed. My heart stuttered. My palms went slick. I glanced at Luna, expecting her to panic. She didn’t. She looked the same—calm, composed, like this was Tuesday night for her. Luca pulled out his phone with one hand, steering effortlessly with the other. He pressed it to his ear. “Boss, we’re being trailed. Black sedan, two cars back. Confirming.” Boss? Oh, he meant Leonardo. My pulse thundered in my ears. My breath came faster. I wanted to speak, to ask what was happening, but my voice caught in my throat. Then it happened. A thunderous boom shook the night. The car behind us, the one that was part of our security convoy… erupted into flames. The explosion lit up the road, the force rattling our SUV. My scream lodged in my throat, refusing to come out. Chaos. Tires screeching. Shouts from the cars ahead. “Go!” Luca barked into the comms, his voice sharp now, his foot slamming the accelerator. Our SUV shot forward, the cars in front adjusting instantly, forming a shield. I clutched the seatbelt across my chest, knuckles white, my heart racing so fast I thought it would burst. The night outside blurred into streaks of light and smoke as we sped through the darkened streets. By the time we pulled through the iron gates of Villa Mancini, my body felt like it wasn’t mine. My hands, my legs, even my face, I couldn’t feel any of it. I was hollow, buzzing, completely disconnected from reality. It was obvious. Anyone could see my state. Luna touched my shoulder gently, guiding me out. Martha appeared from the shadows, her expression soft with concern. Together, they led me up the grand staircase, their presence firm on either side, as though I might collapse if they let go. I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream. I just moved. Step by step. My body was walking, my mind left somewhere back on that road. When we reached my room, Martha helped me out of the dress and into something softer. I stood there, arms limp at my sides, letting her work around me like I was a doll. Once I was changed, Luna’s voice broke the stillness. “Martha, bring food,” she said firmly. Martha hesitated, glancing between us, but nodded and slipped out, leaving me alone with Luna. She sat on the edge of the bed, facing me. Her calmness was maddening. “Nora, you can’t let this shake you too much. You’ll only make yourself sick. You need to stay steady.” I snapped my head toward her, my voice cracking, rising despite the heaviness in my chest. “Not be too scared? Are you even listening to yourself? A car, that was supposed to be protecting us exploded right behind us! Do you realize what that means? Do you realize-” “I know.” She cut me off, her tone still calm, but firmer now. “I know. But you need to understand—” She leaned closer, her eyes locking onto mine. “That wasn’t meant to kill us. It was a warning. And nobody, Nora, nobody dares to harm the Crown family. Do you even realize what it means, getting married to my brother?” Her words landed heavily in the room. I stared at her, dumbfounded. My mouth opened, then closed again, useless. She gave me a small, almost knowing smile. “I guessed as much.” Then she straightened, her voice dropping to a weight I could feel in my bones. “You’re now part of the mafia, Nora. You’re my brother’s wife. That makes you part of the Crown family. My brother doesn’t joke with family he protects us with his life. And now you’re his wife, so you’re one of us. One of the mafia. And not just any family. The family. The Crown family is the empire that rules all mafia empires in Italy. My brother Leonard is the Don of all Dons.” She let the words sink in before delivering the last blow. “And that makes you, Nora… the Donna of all Donnas.” The silence that followed was deafening. I sat there, staring at her, my whole body cold, my breath shallow. The words carved themselves into me like a brand. Donna of all Donnas. Queen of all mafia queens. I wanted to scream. To deny it. To tell her she was wrong. But deep down, something in me knew there was no going back. And that was how the chapter of my old life ended.Leo’s POVCastello Nero.Even after all these years, the place still carried the scent of history and sin. It sat at the edge of the Amalfi cliffs, carved into the mountain like an old god watching over the sea. Every stone seemed to breathe with memories of blood spilled and vows made. The kind of place that didn’t just witness power, it demanded it.I arrived just before midnight with Luca and Damien. The drive had been long and silent, the kind of silence that says everything. As our convoy approached the wrought iron gates, the guards straightened instantly. The gates opened with a heavy groan, and the night air hit my face like ice. I had been here a hundred times before, but tonight felt different. Heavier.Don Alberto didn’t summon the clans unless something had gone wrong. And when the godfather called, you came. No excuses.Inside, the great hall of Castello Nero looked exactly as I remembered it, gold chandeliers burning low, the scent of cigars and old wood mixing in the ai
Nora's POVSunday came brighter than it had in weeks.I don’t know if it was the sun spilling through my window or the sound of birds perched outside the balcony that woke me, but I felt lighter than I had in a long time. Maybe it was because tomorrow was finally the day. My first day at law school. The thought alone was enough to make me smile like an idiot.For the first time since I stepped into this mansion, I actually had something that felt… normal. Something that felt like me.I spent most of the day pacing around my room, arranging my clothes, checking and rechecking my bag like a teenager preparing for her first day at college. Maybe it was silly, but after everything that had happened here, I needed this fresh start.By six in the evening, I was ready to go downstairs for dinner. I stood before the mirror, adjusting my dress and fixing my hair. I wanted to look decent tonight. I had something to ask Leo, and I needed him in a good mood.He had already agreed to let me attend
Leo’s POVThe Glass Chamber was my sanctuary, the one place in the entire mansion where silence obeyed me. The soft hum of the chandelier above cast pale gold reflections against the dark marble table, the smell of oak and old whiskey mixing with the faint burn of cigar smoke that never seemed to fade, no matter how many times the maids aired the room. I poured myself a drink, the amber liquid swirling lazily in the glass like it had all the time in the world, unlike me.The memory of Nora’s trembling voice still echoed in my head, her arguing, her eyes flashing with something that wasn’t fear but defiance. She’d pushed, and I’d snapped. I shouldn’t have. I knew that. But I couldn’t stand anyone, especially her poking around in things she didn’t understand.I leaned back in the chair, the leather creaking softly beneath me, and took a long sip. The whiskey burned all the way down, just the way I liked it.The door opened without a knock. Only one person had that kind of boldness in m
Nora’s POVA week later.The Mancini garden had quickly become my second favorite place in the entire villa. The first? My room… yes, my room. Not ours.Moving out of Leo’s room had been… chaotic. The kind of chaos that ended with slammed doors, raised voices, and Luna standing between us like a referee in a match no one signed up for. But I did it. I moved out.And for the first time in weeks, I could breathe.The garden had a quiet kind of beauty. Ivy curled lazily along the old stone walls, roses climbed over iron arches, and the air smelled faintly of lemon and earth. It felt alive, untouched by the violence and politics that filled the rest of this house.I’d discovered it three days ago while wandering aimlessly, and now it felt like the only place that truly belonged to me.Today, I wasn’t alone. Luna walked beside me, and Leo’s mother, fragile but smiling was between us. It was her first day outside after being bedridden with fever since the night we met. The sunlight touched
Leo’s POVI watched her storm out of the dining room shoulders stiff, eyes flashing, words still echoing in my head.For a long second, I didn’t move. My fingers were still wrapped around my coffee cup, the porcelain warm against my skin, but my blood had gone cold.No one, no one—ever spoke to me like that. Not my men, not my enemies, not even my sister.But Nora just had. And worse, I’d let her.It wasn’t just anger prickling under my skin. It was something else confusion, disbelief. No one had ever challenged me that way and gotten away with it.I kept my eyes fixed on the cup, staring into the dark swirl as if I could find answers there.A soft voice cut through the silence. “You really need to take it easy on her, Leo.”I lifted my gaze to the staircase. Luna stood there, arms folded, her expression unreadable but her tone edged with quiet reproach. From the look in her eyes, I knew she’d been standing there long enough to witness everything.“She’s not used to this world,” Luna
Nora’s POVThe first thing that woke me wasn’t sunlight or the house stirring, it was the sound of slow, even breath beside me. For a second I just listened, letting the rhythm fill the quiet; it felt obscene to have any peace at all after last night.When I turned, he was there. He’d curled on his side, chest rising and falling, hair tossed, that face I’d only ever known sharp and unreadable softened by sleep. For a ridiculous, dangerous second I forgot how much we’d been thrown into; I reached out with a hand I didn’t trust to touch his jaw as if the gesture could prove he wasn’t a stranger.His eyes opened so suddenly I flinched back, fingers retracting as if they’d burned me. The blue of his eyes sharpened into a blade.“You know,” he said, voice low and calm. “If it were someone else who’d tried touching my face, I would have cut their hands off.”I swallowed. The words were brutal and oddly intimate. My stomach curled.He watched me watch him for a beat, then the corner of his m







