LOGIN“Their new leader is young, Vincent Bianchi. He took over after his father died under unclear circumstances.”“In a short time, he has expanded their influence. They are now on equal footing with us.”A brief silence followed.“As if he’s challenging De Luna itself.”“Many Minor House leaders have already expressed concern. It may only be a matter of time before---”“It won’t happen.”Rafael’s voice cut cleanly through the room, firm, absolute.He didn’t need to hear the rest. He already knew what they meant.Defection. That some of their own might turn to the Bianchi.This wasn’t new to him. Even before he became head, he had seen it coming, the calculated moves, the silent attacks, the tightening pressure.This wasn’t just rivalry. It was personal. As if Vincent Bianchi had set his sights on destroying De Luna entirel
“Oh, they’re here.”An older man’s voice cut through the low murmur of the room as Rafael entered the ballroom with Seren at his side.The moment they stepped inside, Seren felt her breath hitch.Her eyes quickly scanned the room, and she realized something unsettling.Out of everyone's presence, only three were women. Including her.The other two appeared to be in their late thirties, composed and self-assured, speaking effortlessly among the men as if they fully belonged in this world.Unlike her.“So, the young Head of De Luna has finally decided to show up,” one of the women remarked, her gaze settling on Rafael before shifting to Seren.Just like the designer earlier, her eyes swept over Seren from head to toe.Assessing. Judging.“You even brought someone,” she added, a hint of irritation in her tone.“This is your first gathering as the new leader
“It’s a surprise to see you here. Do you need a new suit?” the woman asked Rafael, her eyes scanning him from head to toe. “I know exactly what you need.”She reached out, touching his arm.“It’s not for me,” Rafael said casually, brushing her hand off, then turning to glance at the girl standing behind him.Seren caught the subtle raise of the woman’s eyebrows the moment she saw her.“She is----?” the woman asked, curiosity flickering across her face. “You can’t be telling me she’s your sister, you’re an only child. If she were a cousin, maybe… but she doesn’t look like it.”Seren’s lips parted slightly.What’s wrong with my appearance? She thought, irritation flaring. She looked at Rafael, but his face gave nothing away, which only made her more frustrated.“Can you find something that will fit her?
“Rafael.” Seren’s voice came out in surprise the moment she stepped into the mansion and saw him seated in the dining hall with his father. “Seren, hija, you’re back,” the old man greeted warmly. “Come, join us.” She didn’t respond. Silently, she walked over and took the empty seat beside Rafael. “How’s school?” Rafael asked, glancing at her. “It’s fine,” Seren replied softly. Rafael studied her for a brief moment. As always she was distant. Cold. Still keeping her space from him. “Even if you’ve already shown them what you’re capable of,” his father began, turning his attention back to him, “we still can’t be certain no one will challenge you. You’re young. They’ll see you as vulnerable an easy target.” “Then I’ll just prove them wrong,” Rafael answered calmly. “You know the kind of world we live in,” the old man continued. “Some are already pressuring me to have you married. Most likely to one of their daughters—to solidify your position as head.” He paused. “You know Ch
“Is it true? The fiancée of the new Head of De Luna is already studying here? And what’s more exciting, she’s in our department.”The words drifted across the cafeteria just as Seren stepped inside.She froze. She had heard it many times before from Rafael’s father himself. That he wanted her to marry Rafael. From the very first day she was brought into the De Luna estate.But it had never been discussed formally. Never confirmed.And yet, hearing it now, from strangers, it suddenly felt real.“I heard that too,” another girl chimed in. “But no one knows who she is. Her identity is completely hidden. No one even knows where she came from.”“Some say she might be from one of their business partners,” a third added. “But one thing’s clear, the young master of De Luna is no longer available. Just when I started fantasizing about him,” she sighed dramatica
The old man looked up in surprise as a young man entered the private room inside the club.Inside, the old man sat at the head of a table, a glass of liquor in hand, while two bodyguards stood silently behind him. The atmosphere was heavy, thick with authority and unspoken danger.“If it isn’t the young devil of the De Luna Syndicate,” the old man said, his tone amused yet cautious as he watched the newcomer walk in with two men dressed in black suits.“Mr. Romero. Nice to meet you too,” the young man replied with a faint smile before taking the empty seat across from him.“I don’t wish to speak with you,” Romero said coldly, already preparing to stand. “I want to talk to your father. If it’s not the head of your group, then I have no business here.”He was about to rise when-----BANG!The young man slammed his hand against the table.The sharp sound echoed through the room, instantly thickening the tension.Both of Romero’s bodyguards reacted immediately, pulling out their guns and







