เข้าสู่ระบบThirteen days became twelve with the house still locked. The failed courier attempt had removed any remaining casualness from the routines. Every door between the outer walls and the inner conference room now required two separate clearances. Killian’s movement monitors stayed active, but Dante had authorized him to carry a full sidearm again. The compromise was unspoken and practical. The man who had already taken a bullet for the pregnancy was more useful armed than restricted when the next approach came. I felt the pregnancy more sharply under the constant tension. Nausea arrived in shorter waves. My back ached from the long hours of sitting through briefings and medical checks. The doctor noted the stress and repeated the same useless advice. I nodded, left the medical wing, and went straight to the next meeting. Bianca had begun appearing in the security corridor more often. She asked no more pointed questions about seating charts. She simply watched the rotations, the faces, t
A maintenance van approached the service entrance with correct papers and a familiar contractor logo. The gate team followed protocol, held the vehicle, and ran the secondary check. The driver and the man in the passenger seat both carried the confidence of people who had done this before. When the rear doors were opened for inspection, the false floor was almost good enough. Almost. The hidden compartment held short range weapons, plastic explosives in small charges, and a simple remote trigger. Not enough for another full siege. Enough to breach a single reinforced door or collapse a section of corridor during a ceremony. The men were taken alive. The interrogation was short and one sided. They had been paid through a cut out that traced back to the same Valenti lieutenant identified in the earlier warehouse surveillance. The target window was clear. The day of the wedding or the final forty eight hours before it, when attention would be split between security and the ceremony itse
On the afternoon of the sixteenth day, a small breach attempt hit the eastern service gate. Not a full assault. A probe. Two men in delivery uniforms tried to pass a false work order. The gate team stopped them. One reached for a weapon. The exchange was short. When the bodies were searched, both carried the same Valenti linked mark that had appeared in the earlier surveillance. Dante delivered the report in the study with the doors closed. Father listened without visible reaction. Killian stood near the window, with his arms folded. “They’re testing response times,” Killian said. “Measuring how fast we move, how many men we commit to a secondary gate, how long the main house takes to lock down. The real strike will come closer to the ceremony, when attention is split.” Father nodded once. “Then we do not split attention. The wedding remains on schedule. Security increases. No further adjustments to the guest list. No external staff. If Lorenzo wants an opportunity to strike, he wi
A report reached Dante while I was in the medical wing for a routine check. I heard the raised voices from the hallway and stepped out to find him and Marco bent over a tablet. Enzo stood nearby, face tight. Killian arrived a moment later, moving as fast as the healing shoulder allowed. “What is it?” I asked. Dante hesitated, then turned the screen so I could see. Surveillance images. A known Valenti lieutenant meeting with two men who specialized in quiet, targeted work. The timestamp was recent. The location was a warehouse on the edge of the neutral zone between territories. “They’re not planning another full assault,” Dante said. “They’re planning something smaller and more precise. The pregnancy is confirmed. The wedding will make the child harder to erase through open war. So they’re shifting to a surgical option.” Killian’s good hand curled into a fist. “They want the mother or the father. Remove one and the claim weakens.” “Or both,” Marco added. “Before the ceremony lock
Killian was given a room on the same floor as mine. Close enough for appearance, monitored enough to remind him he was not free. Guards changed at regular intervals in the hallway. His movement was limited to the main house and the inner courtyard. The sling stayed on his arm for a while. The immunity was still there, but it felt conditional with every set of eyes that followed us. I spent the first day after the return in the medical wing for a full check. The doctor confirmed what the clinic had already told us. Early pregnancy. Healthy markers so far. Strong advice to avoid stress, which would have been funny if it were not so impossible. When I walked back toward the residential wing, Bianca was waiting in the corridor. “Married within the month,” she said, falling into step beside me. “How efficient. The family gets its legitimate heir, the guard gets a temporary shield, and you get to pretend this was always the plan. Do you actually believe they’ll let him keep any real power
The estate looked different when we drove through the gates. Blackened stone still marked where the RPG had hit the front. Windows on the east wing were boarded. Extra men lined the walls. The house had survived the siege, but it still wore the damage. Killian sat beside me in the back of the lead car, his left arm was in a proper sling now, his face was set in the calm mask he used when the stakes were highest. My hand stayed in his. The positive result from the clinic felt heavier with every mile that brought us closer to Father. Dante had said little on the drive. Marco had said less. When the cars stopped under the portico, guards opened the doors and stepped back. No one reached for weapons. The immunity was holding for the moment. Father waited in the main study. The Don sat in his position. Bianca stood near the window, arms folded, expression unreadable. Enzo was already there, looking like he had not slept. The doors closed behind us. The family was complete. Father looke
The bass hit me like a heartbeat the second I stepped inside the Velvet Room. Lights flashed across the crowded dance floor, bodies grinding to the heavy music. This was one of our clubs, and everyone knew it. The guards at the entrance bowed low as I walked past, their eyes respectful but wide. “M
“Damn, Alessia,” Sofia said, stepping back with a wicked grin. “You look like pure sex. That tight little body in leather? Killian won’t be able to look away. I bet the big, scary enforcer gets rock hard just seeing you walk by.” My face heated up, but I didn’t deny it. I turned side to side in th
I woke up on my 21st birthday with my heart already racing. Sunlight poured into my bedroom in the Vance mansion, lighting up the furniture and the silk sheets. This was the day everything changed. Or at least I hoped it would. A firm knock hit my door. “Alessia, downstairs. Now.” Dante’s voice, d
Killian’s groans vibrated against my neck as I kept grinding on his lap. The thick bulge of his cock pressed right against my soaked pussy through our clothes. Every roll of my hips made the leather of my dress ride higher and sent sparks shooting through my clit. I was dripping wet, my black lace







