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The next day, Rosa went to meet her attorney. He was both shocked and thrilled to see the evidence they had obtained against Alberto and Rita. Now, he was completely confident that they would win the case at the very next hearing. He assured Rosa that he would try to secure the earliest possible date for the next hearing.After Rosa left his office, the attorney made a call to Luciano.“Mr. Mancini, I have good news,” the lawyer said as soon as Luciano answered the call. “Miraculously, we’ve obtained solid proof—a confession video of Alberto Bellini and Rita Bellini, in which they admit to all their crimes, including how they had Carlo Bellini and his wife murdered.”Hearing this, Luciano froze.The color drained from his face, and for
Samuele smiled faintly.“Because I’m a good reader, Rosa,” he said. “And I can read your face. It tells me you have something… something that makes you confident about your victory.”His words caught her off guard, but she quickly masked it with a frown.“Faces can lie,” she said. “Didn’t you read that too?”He nodded, a soft smile still on his lips.“They can,” he agreed. “But I know my heart wasn’t lying. It’s never deceived me.”Rosa looked at him—and this time, she really looked. She didn’t shy away from his gaze as her eyes lingered on his face.Then she exhaled softly.“Okay, fine… you’re right,” she admitted. “I happened to find something that could turn everything in my favor. And finally… I’ll get what I’ve wanted for so long—justice for my parents… and those criminals behind bars.”“What is it that makes you so confident?” Samuele asked calmly.Rosa bit the corner of her lower lip. She was conflicted.She hadn’t even told her attorney yet—and she wasn’t going to tell Samuele
She hesitated for a moment, then met his eyes.“You never have to be scared of me either,” he continued, his voice lowering. “I can’t stand seeing that fear in your eyes.”His hand slowly dropped.“If my presence makes you uncomfortable… I’ll stay away,” he said after a pause. “But I need you to know this—no matter what happens, I’ll always be there for you.”A faint, almost sad smile touched his lips.“Even if it’s from a distance… I’ll still watch over you. Okay?”“You don’t have to,” Rosa said quickly, shaking her head, her eyes wide with shock.She couldn’t bear the thought of him waiting for her… because it would be an endless wait.She was going to leave eventually—without staying in contact with anyone.Samuele was a good man, and Rosa didn’t want him to end up heartbroken.That was why she kept refusing him so firmly. She knew he might be the best man she could ever find… but she also knew she wasn’t good enough for him.A woman like her—scarred not just in body, but in heart
Rosa stood alone on the dark road, beneath a flickering streetlight, waiting for a ride.One by one, her ride requests kept getting canceled. She had been waiting for far too long, but no taxi passed by.This area—where she had come to meet Laura—was in the opposite direction from her home. Walking back would take at least two hours.And at this hour… in the darkness… she knew better than to take that risk.So she stayed where she was, standing under the faint neon glow spilling from the restaurant behind her—drawing what little comfort and courage she could from it.Suddenly, a car pulled up beside her.Her body tensed instantly.
Laura’s lips quivered, tears spilling down her cheeks.“I’m sorry, Rosa… I swear, I didn’t know that… that they would—”Her voice broke. She covered her mouth, unable to finish the sentence.“I hated you,” she admitted, shaking her head. “And… I still do. But I never wanted Uncle Carlo to die. He deserved to live—longer than any of us.”“Stop lying!” Rosa snapped, slamming her hand on the table in front of her, her voice rising despite the quiet restaurant. “You hate me—and you hated my father too. How could you all do this? You’re monsters… all of you.”Her chest heaved, her heart twisting painful
Rosa paid the taxi and stepped out onto the quiet street.Neon lights flickered above the restaurant, their glow cutting through the late-night darkness. The place looked almost empty—like it was on the verge of closing.She tilted her head up, staring at the sign for a moment, and then took a deep breath.She still couldn’t understand why Laura had asked to meet here.They had never been close. Not even as children. Laura had never liked her—not as a cousin, not even as a person.And Rosa had never known why.What had she ever done to deserve that kind of hatred?She exhaled slowly, the cool night air brushing against her skin, then tightened her grip on her sling bag.Whatever this was… she needed answers.Pushing the door open, she stepped inside.The soft chime of the bell echoed faintly in the near-empty space. Only a couple of tables were occupied, and the staff was already beginning to clean up for the night.Her eyes scanned the room.And then she saw her.Laura sat at a corne
Early that morning, Luciano’s grandmother’s condition suddenly took a turn for the worse. She began struggling to breathe and was rushed to the hospital immediately. As soon as Luciano received the news, he raced there.His grandfather was already by his wife's side, but the moment Luciano entered
“Renzo,” the child replied. “What’s your name?”“Luciano,” he answered, a rare warmth in his voice.Renzo reached out and solemnly shook Luciano’s hand. “My mom says two men should always shake hands when they are introduced.”“Your mom sounds like a very wise lady,” Luciano said, impressed by the b
Lucy suppressed a smile as Rosa’s stomach growled in response. Rosa rubbed her empty stomach and pouted, her cheeks flushed, and Lucy giggled, shaking her head at her friend’s innocent playfulness.“I
“Where’s the boss?” Reid demanded as he stepped into the mafia headquarters.One of Luciano’s men shifted uneasily, his eyes flicking toward the corridor that led to the torture room. Reid followed the glance, already shaking his head, and strode in that direction without another word.The screams







