LOGINI ruthlessly pried Salvatore's hand off and spat, "Do you think you still deserve me?"Just like that, I turned and walked away without a backward glance. …The arms transfer went smoother than I expected. Maybe it was because Salvatore was too sick to watch over anything. He didn't send anyone to tail us, nor did he deploy spies to interfere. "Looks like he's completely fallen apart," said Vincenzo. I didn't respond. Instead, I kept signing deployment orders and checking the routes. Every ship went through my inspection, and no soldato moved without my confirmation of their route. This time, I led the Eastport operation myself. That night, the wind at the port bit through me. I watched the last crate being lifted onto the deck, and the tension in my chest eased. It seemed like everything was finally over. Just then, a soldato came up to me. "Boss, someone's approaching from the southeast."I spun around. Through the fog, a familiar figure emerged, walking toward us sl
I was Arianna, and I was also Serafina. Ever since I learned Salvatore had betrayed me, I had been in touch with Vincenzo. The day the fire broke out, he hauled himself up to my window. With one arm, he dragged me from the flames, and with the other, he spoke coldly into his earpiece. "Do it. Make the switch."They had prepared a fake corpse and had already swapped the DNA report. While Salvatore fell to his knees amid the charred ruins, breaking down in despair, I was being taken to a hidden villa by the sea.Through the rearview mirror, I watched as the grand manor was reduced to nothing but blackened ruins. That was the end of Salvatore and me, but also the beginning of my new life. For the past month, I had lived as Serafina, the adopted sister of the Don of the Marino family. I needed Vincenzo's power to pull off the most crucial move in my plan—the arms transfer.The year my father died, most of our arms caches fell into Salvatore's hands. Only one shipment remained—th
Salvatore's POV:On the day of the funeral, the estate was surrounded by a sea of mourners. The banners of the mafia families whipped in the night wind, and dozens of black stretch Lincolns lined the mountain road, their headlights blazing like a silent procession. Arianna had loved the snow, so I had a thousand white roses flown in from Fleuronia. Their petals drifted down from the sky, like snow falling just for her. She had loved concerts, so I gathered a hundred of the world's finest musicians to perform a requiem that would never end. Meanwhile, the manor that had burned down was to remain as it was. I ordered that no one repair a single thing. I stood at the center of the estate, dressed in a black suit with a white rose pinned to my chest. My expression was composed and cool. Since Arianna's death, no one had been worth my smile. The coffin was surrounded by flowers, as if she were merely asleep. Friends and rivals alike lowered their heads to mourn in silence, th
"What did you just say?"Salvatore's voice shot up, startling everyone around him. He immediately snatched the soldato's radio, his voice hoarse as he demanded, "Where's the rescue team? Have the fire trucks arrived yet?""Sir! The fire's out of control! The attic's made of wood. It's about to collapse—"Before the man could even finish, Salvatore had already bolted from the restaurant. Rosa gasped and ran after him, catching him just as he started the engine. "Salvatore! Where are you going?""Back home!" he snapped, his gaze piercing. He couldn't understand why I hadn't escaped after setting the fire. For a fleeting second, he wondered if I had meant to end my life.The memory of my tear-filled eyes sent a sharp pain through his chest. He refused to believe I had meant to die. After all, I loved him too much to ever leave him behind.The car tore down the road, skimming the asphalt as its taillights carved a red streak through the night. By the time Salvatore reached home
Two weeks later, I was discharged from the hospital and came home to find the house completely redone by Rosa. The soldati shadowed her everywhere, while Carlo had to request permission multiple times just to get past the gates. The moment I walked through the door, Salvatore came toward me with his arms open. It was as if nothing had changed. "Arianna, Rosa's injuries were too serious. I can't trust anyone else to take care of her," he began. "But don't worry. You'll take the third floor, and she'll stay on the second. It's quieter up there. I won't let her bother you."He said it so nicely, yet my clothes had already been packed and dumped at the foot of the stairs. Clearly, this wasn't a discussion. It was an order. I stepped out of his reach and took out the finalized divorce agreement from my bag. "Sign them, Salvatore. After that, you can let Rosa live wherever you want."He didn't even glance at it. Without a word, he tore the papers in half. Moments later, a few o
When I finally came to, a group of private doctors was gathered around my bed. I tried to sit up, but one of them pushed me back onto the bed, saying, "You need to rest, Donna Russo."Then, she moved deftly as she examined me. "If you had stayed in the water for another hour, you would have frozen to death. You're running a high fever. Do you feel any other pain or discomfort?""What about my baby?" I rasped. The doctor's hands froze. "Your baby… didn't make it."In a flash, my mind went blank. Her lips moved, but I couldn't hear a single thing. The words "didn't make it" echoed in my mind, each time hitting harder than before.I threw the blanket aside and stumbled toward the door. The IV tore from my arm, blood streaming down the back of my hand. "Donna Russo, you can't leave yet!"Almost immediately, the soldati blocked the door and refused to budge. One of them said, "Don Russo ordered that you can't leave the estate until Ms. Conti's surgery is over."I stared at the sam







