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ELENA'S OWN GOOD NEWS
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2026-11-10 08:35:14
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Marked by the Mafia devil’s heir LETTER WITH NO DEMAND
The envelope arrived two days later, just as the morning quiet was settling over the house.It had been delivered to the lawyer's office first, exactly as we had agreed during our last meeting, and then brought over to our house inside a plain, unmarked courier folder. I recognised Adrian's slanted handwriting the instant I pulled it out, before I even finished reading my name across the front. I had not expected a reply quite so soon, and for a brief, hesitant moment I stood staring at the paper, seriously considering leaving it unopened on the side table until a day when I felt physically stronger.Lorenzo walked into the kitchen and found me standing beside the marble counter with the envelope held loosely in my hand.“Is it from him?” he asked quietly, stopping a few paces away so he wouldn't crowd me.I nodded once.“Do you want me to stay with you while you read it?”“Yes. Please. Just don't read it for me.”“I won't.”We walked over and sat together at the dining table. I slid
Marked by the Mafia devil’s heir THE WAY HOME
By the time we went upstairs, the house had settled into the kind of quiet I used to think only belonged to other people.Downstairs, the kitchen was clean, the dishes were done and stacked neatly on the drying rack, and the last of the leftover food from lunch had been packed away into containers in the fridge. The printed photograph from our afternoon in the garden was sitting on the small wooden table near the landing of the stairs. Lorenzo had left it there deliberately because he said he wanted to see it again first thing in the morning before heading to work.I stopped beside the table on my way to the bedroom and picked it up carefully by the edges.In the picture, my father was smiling warmly straight at the camera, Elena had one arm wrapped comfortably around Marco's shoulder, and I was laughing so hard at Marco's ridiculous face that my eyes were squeezed almost completely shut. Lorenzo was not even facing the lens; he was turned sideways, looking straight at me with a quiet
Marked by the Mafia devil’s heir THE TABLE WE ARE BUILDING
On Sunday, we invited everyone over for lunch.It was not the big, formal celebration dinner I had talked about after the lawyers' meeting earlier in the week. That evening would come later, when the remaining court proceedings were much further along and every loose end had been tied. This gathering was smaller, warmer, and entirely unscripted. My father, Elena, and Marco were coming over, and Lorenzo had insisted—against my better judgment—that he would be the one doing the cooking.I had objected immediately.He had calmly ignored me.By eleven o'clock in the morning, the kitchen was already full of noise and activity. Lorenzo stood by the counter seasoning chicken with the intense concentration of a man defusing a bomb, Marco had arrived early carrying a large brown bag of fresh vegetables from the market, and Elena was busy arranging ceramic plates along the island while informing both men that they were doing every single step the most difficult way possible.My father sat comfo
Marked by the Mafia devil’s heir THE LAST PAPERS
The lawyer called on Friday morning just as the sunlight was stretching across the kitchen floor.I was standing near the counter, staring indecisively at the bread basket and a bowl of fresh fruit while trying to figure out whether I wanted toast or sliced mango without triggering my stomach, when Lorenzo answered his phone near the hallway door. He listened quietly for a long moment, asked two brief, pointed questions about timing and signatures, then ended the call and turned to look at me.“It is about the case,” he said calmly.What little appetite I had managed to gather disappeared on the spot.“What happened?”“Nothing bad, Alina. The lawyer wants us to come in and review the final documents for your father's formal statement.”I set the piece of fruit back down into the bowl and wiped my fingers on a napkin. “Today?”“This afternoon, if you feel up to the drive. We can also arrange another day early next week if you are tired.”I thought about it for a few seconds, weighing t
Marked by the Mafia devil’s heir ELENA'S OWN GOOD NEWS
Elena came to the house on Wednesday carrying a white bakery cake box and wearing the exact kind of bright, poorly concealed smile that meant she had news.I stood near the hallway table and looked straight at the box in her hands. “If that is another cake Marco made, I am not legally responsible for what happens to the kitchen.”She laughed, holding the box slightly out of my reach. “He didn't make it.”“Good. I would like to survive the afternoon with my stomach intact.”Lorenzo was out in the garden taking a quick work call, pacing slowly near the hibiscus hedge. I led Elena into the sitting room, closed the glass doors behind us for a bit of quiet, and set the cake box down on the low coffee table.“So?” I asked, sitting beside her on the sofa.She sat down, smoothing her skirt while still smiling to herself. “Marco asked me to move in with him.”I stared at her for a full second, processing the words, then reached out and grabbed both of her hands. “And?”“I said I would think ab
Marked by the Mafia devil’s heir WHEN MY BODY ASKED ME TO REST
I woke on Monday feeling as if I had spent the entire night carrying heavy furniture up three flights of stairs.My head was heavy against the pillow, my mouth tasted strange, and the mere thought of breakfast made me want to pull the duvet completely over my face and disappear until noon. Morning light was already filtering through the curtains, pale and steady, yet my limbs felt weighed down by invisible sandbags. Lorenzo was already dressed in his trousers and crisp shirt when he walked back into the bedroom and noticed I had not moved an inch.“Are you all right?” he asked, stopping beside the bed.“I am tired.”He sat down carefully on the edge of the mattress, the dip shifting the blankets slightly. “More than usual?”“Maybe. I didn't sleep well.”He reached out and touched my forehead with the back of his hand, his brow drawing together as he looked at me carefully. “Do you feel dizzy?”“Only a little when I stand up too quickly.”“Have you eaten anything yet?”I turned my head
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