INICIAR SESIÓNNoemi's POVA few months later, in some distant foreign town, I stared at the message on my phone. My fingers shook.The war inside the Cassano Family was over. Marcello was gone. The family was finally quiet again.He'd won it all.And he was still hung up on a "dead" woman.When I learned the truth, relief never came. No release.I'd thought if I faked my death and walked away, he wouldn't care.Never crossed my mind he'd lock himself inside that lie and torture himself with it.The cold shoulder. The way he was gentle with another woman. The way he shoved me away and shattered my heart. All of it forced.He never betrayed me. Never changed. Not once did he stop loving me.And me? One misunderstanding, and I walked away without looking back. Left him alone in hell.Still, anger burned under it all.He never stopped to think maybe I didn't want protection. I wanted to stand beside him.Guilt. Heartache. Regret. Anger. It all twisted together until my eyes stung.I covere
A few days later, Marcello figured everything was locked down.He pulled in a few senior capos already fed up with Cesare and marched into the council room, ready to force a public vote to strip Cesare of the Don title.The door swung open.Marcello stopped cold.Cesare sat at the head of the table.No decay. No weakness. Just a quiet, hardened stillness.He'd been ready for this.Marcello's face darkened. "You—"Cesare lifted his eyes, slow. Exhaustion lingered there, but the cold cut deeper."These past few days," he said quietly, "I've been thinking about all the rats hiding in the dark."His gaze locked on Marcello. "Never thought one of them would be you."Marcello's expression shifted. He sneered. "What's the point of saying that now?"Years of resentment burst out. "Back then, I should've been next in line. You stole my seat for that woman. Now look at you—losing your mind over her. You got no business sitting there."His stare turned sharp. "You loved her that much
Rain started to fall.Inside a hidden chamber of the Cassano estate, the lights stayed low, the air thick and suffocating.Marcello Cassano lounged on a leather couch, a cigarette between his fingers. Smoke curled around him. His eyes were dark. Cold.Cesare's second older brother. The family's underboss.Real power already sat in his hands.And he wasn't hiding his ambition anymore.Back on the summit of Monte Terminio, the second he watched Cesare collapse over Noemi—break completely, lose the strength to even stand—Marcello knew.He'd won.Fiona stood in front of him, pale, both hands guarding her belly."Marcello, Cesare's finished. He sits there all day clutching that urn, wasting away. I can help you. I want him gone. For good."Her voice came sharp. Desperate. Mean.Being tossed aside had cracked something in her.She'd once been stupid enough to think Cesare felt something for her. For a moment, she'd even thought about telling him Marcello's plan.All she got back
Not long after Fiona left, hurried footsteps rushed up outside the door.Paulo hesitated a few seconds, then knocked softly, voice low. "Don, we found something important."Cesare didn't look up. His voice came out hoarse. "Come in.""We found... Signorina Naldoni's phone."Paulo held up a clear evidence bag. Inside was a cracked phone.Cesare's head snapped up. He went completely still."The tech team restored the data."Cesare took the phone, his fingers trembling as he unlocked it.The moment he opened the gallery, he froze.Photos of him and Fiona filled the screen—at the house he'd bought for her, at restaurants, at the hospital. Shots of him taking her to prenatal checkups. Cooking for her. Fiona smiling with her arm around him.One after another. Clear.All shot from hidden angles.Cesare's face drained of color.He scrolled and opened a video.On the screen, Fiona held a ring up to the camera—the 'One of a Kind' piece he'd promised Noemi."So you wanted the One o
In the days after, Cesare locked himself in his room and never came out.He drank day and night, drowning in it.The decisive, iron-fisted Don of the Cassano family was gone. What remained was silence—hollow, lifeless. None of his old edge left.He kept touching the cold urn, over and over, like it might still hold a piece of Noemi.Meanwhile, when Fiona heard Noemi had "died" on that snowy mountain, she almost couldn't hide the joy swelling in her chest.She was sure Noemi had gone over the cliff with her phone. Any proof was buried with her.Her secret. Her schemes from the past two years.All of it was finally paying off.After dressing up carefully, Fiona rested a hand on her slightly rounded belly. Grief sat perfectly on her face as she stopped outside Noemi and Cesare's bedroom."Let me see him."She looked at Paulo. "After all... I'm carrying his kid."Paulo hesitated, then stepped aside.The door opened. The room reeked of alcohol. Silence pressed in, heavy and suff
When Cesare woke up, it was already the next evening.He shot upright in the hospital bed, staring at the door. His throat worked for a long moment before the words scraped out."Where's Noemi?"Paulo stood beside the bed, head lowered, not daring to meet his eyes.Cesare grabbed his collar. "Answer me!"His eyes burned red.Paulo's face went pale, voice shaking. "Don... while you were out, the search team followed procedure. They... sent the body for cremation."Cesare's pupils tightened. The blood in his veins went cold.He let out a hoarse roar. "Who gave the order? Without my say, who the hell cremated her?""It was the search team..." Paulo forced the words out. "The cliff conditions were brutal. The body had already started to..."They were afraid she wouldn't rest in peace, so they sent her to the funeral home first."By the time we got there, it was already..."Cesare shoved him aside before he could finish and stormed out of the hospital room barefoot.When he rea







