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Chapter 55

Author: Abisola Janet
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-10 14:07:57

Salvo POV

And Papa gave the order again.

He didn't say much, but giving me this task means one thing—I’m his favorite. Always have been. Some of the others might talk big, but Papa doesn't hand important jobs to men he doesn't trust.

I left for the Vitale estate, humming under my breath. The wedding hall wasn't far; it sat on the same property, glowing with too much laughter and music even from a distance. The Vittorio mansion stood just a few streets over—close enough for enemies, close enough to watch each other burn.

Not my problem. I don't question Papa’s wars. My job’s to make sure his word becomes truth.

The Alessandro mansion looked quieter than usual. Most of the servants had gone to the hall to help with the wedding.

Only a few lingered around, moving like ghosts between the rooms.

Then I saw her.

A girl—young, pretty, her hair falling loose from a messy bun. She was folding linen near the window. For a second, I stopped walking. I knew that face. Maybe I’d see
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