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Chapter 10

Author: Matthew M
The basement room felt charged with kinetic energy, a silent explosion waiting for a fuse. Vincent Luciano stood before me, offering a choice that was designed to be no choice at all: immediate, bloody destruction or undeniable, absolute domination.

Marco and Santino stood behind me, their stances rigid, their faces etched with a desperate, painful hope. Their fate, and the fate of the Moretti dynasty, hung solely on the words I was about to speak.

I looked down at the plain platinum band in Vincent's hand, then at the empty space on my finger where the Mourning Star had rested. I had spent the last week planning my revenge and my escape. But my entire identity, my entire life, was inextricably tied to the two men who now stood ready to accept their ruin. They were my first love, my first heartbreak, and now, my final, impossible choice.

"Vincent," I began, my voice clear, strong, and unwavering. "You are right. I am stronger than they are. And I am profoundly tired of being an asset.
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  • Proposal of Blood and Betrayal   Chapter 10

    The basement room felt charged with kinetic energy, a silent explosion waiting for a fuse. Vincent Luciano stood before me, offering a choice that was designed to be no choice at all: immediate, bloody destruction or undeniable, absolute domination.Marco and Santino stood behind me, their stances rigid, their faces etched with a desperate, painful hope. Their fate, and the fate of the Moretti dynasty, hung solely on the words I was about to speak.I looked down at the plain platinum band in Vincent's hand, then at the empty space on my finger where the Mourning Star had rested. I had spent the last week planning my revenge and my escape. But my entire identity, my entire life, was inextricably tied to the two men who now stood ready to accept their ruin. They were my first love, my first heartbreak, and now, my final, impossible choice."Vincent," I began, my voice clear, strong, and unwavering. "You are right. I am stronger than they are. And I am profoundly tired of being an asset.

  • Proposal of Blood and Betrayal   Chapter 9

    Vincent Luciano’s presence in the orchestra storage room completely shifted the dynamics of the confrontation. He had bypassed the front of house entirely, cutting straight to the chase. His eyes, usually cool jade, were blazing with cold, possessive fury as he surveyed the scene—the overturned chairs, the two Moretti heirs with drawn weapons, and me, trapped between them."My security team tracked the movements of a known Moretti asset—your mother—leaving the perimeter in a hurry," Vincent explained, gesturing toward the shattered door with his Beretta. "When I didn't see you in the Opera box, I knew you were gone. And Santino? You were supposed to be watching my fiancée, not plotting with her."Santino, having instinctively lowered his gun at the sight of the Luciano boss, slowly raised his hands in a gesture of non-aggression. "It's not what you think, Luciano. We were having a necessary family discussion. About Don Moretti's treachery. And Gianna's role as a spy. Elena has actually

  • Proposal of Blood and Betrayal   Chapter 8

    Marco and Santino froze, the adrenaline-fueled momentum of their confrontation collapsing under the sheer weight of this new, shocking truth. The idea that their delicate, weeping, supposedly fragile fiancée, Gianna, was a calculating double agent planted by their own father was a reality too enormous to instantly process. Their guns, previously trained on each other, lowered slowly."A spy? Gianna?" Marco whispered, his disbelief palpable. "No. It's impossible. She’s too nervous. Too fragile. She can barely hold a teacup without spilling it.""That's her expertly crafted cover," I argued, my voice urgent. "She’s always fainting, always crying, always needing a hand. It’s the perfect way to distract you both and keep you focused on protecting her vulnerability, rather than scrutinizing her actions. Remember the night they proposed to her? The engagement was at the very same dinner where you forced me to drink the grappa."I looked pointedly at Santino. "Gianna slipped the drink. She go

  • Proposal of Blood and Betrayal   Chapter 7

    The tension in the opera corridor was a live wire ready to snap. Two brothers, both heavily armed and ready to kill, stood locked in a stalemate, fighting over the woman they had simultaneously betrayed and relied upon, only to discover a deeper treachery originating from their own mother."She goes nowhere with you, Santino," Marco snarled, pulling his gun free and pointing it dangerously toward the ceiling. "She belongs to me. She is a Moretti asset.""She belongs to the Syndicate now, remember?" Santino retorted, leveling his own weapon, keeping it low but visible. "And right now, the Syndicate thinks I'm her only contact. I take her, I get the information. You chase her, you start a war you can't win. Be smart."I took advantage of their dangerous standoff. "Neither of you are taking me anywhere without my consent." I pressed the Luciano Chain into Isabella's trembling hand, urging her toward the dark, recessed service entrance. "Go, Madrina. Now. I'll handle them. I know the truth

  • Proposal of Blood and Betrayal   Chapter 6

    My decision was driven by the core principle of survival I had learned from the Morettis: always trust the calculating mind over the emotional one. Marco was prone to explosive, aggressive action; Santino favored subtle manipulation. If Santino was lying, his plan would be devastatingly effective. If he was telling the truth, he was my only safe passage to Isabella.I pulled my hand from his, subtly shaking my head. I crumpled Marco's note and left it in the palm rest of the seat.Vincent, noticing the slight, intimate commotion from the stage, leaned in, his voice polite but firm. "Is everything alright, Elena? You look agitated.""Perfectly," I said, forcing a bright, cold smile. "Santino was just congratulating us on our engagement. A little overwrought, perhaps."Santino gave an elegant, mocking bow to Vincent, a gesture of defeat that felt utterly disingenuous. "Congratulations, Vincent. She's all yours now." He turned to leave, but as he passed my chair, he subtly kicked somethin

  • Proposal of Blood and Betrayal   Chapter 5

    The air inside the Metropolitan Opera House was thick, a suffocating mixture of old money, expensive perfume, and an even older, more lethal web of grudges. I walked the red carpet on Vincent Luciano’s arm, dressed in a simple, lethal column gown of bias-cut black silk that plunged into a dramatic, backless V. The Luciano Chain, a blinding torrent of white diamonds, was the only contrast to the stark black fabric and the dark menace of the Mourning Star on my finger.The flashbulbs of the paparazzi were blinding, the whispers of the società lethal. Every click of the camera was a declaration of war.Vincent was every inch the protective fiancé, his posture radiating absolute power. "Remember your role, Elena," he murmured into my ear as we moved toward the main entrance. "Be a vision of silent, unattainable devotion. We are presenting a united front.""I hear you perfectly," I replied, my voice sweet as poison, a promise of calculated obedience.I scanned the opulent, multi-tiered hall

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