LOGINAt the opening of the Paris art exhibition, I wore a simple mask and stood quietly at the back of the crowd.No one here knew me as Nora. This was exactly what I wanted."Your painting is very popular," Dante whispered in my ear.I nodded, watching as a group of people gathered around Mediterranean Dusk, discussing it. Leo was at the other end of the hall with his nanny.Suddenly, a commotion erupted at the entrance.Black-suited bodyguards flooded the entrance, parting the crowd of ordinary guests. A familiar figure appeared in the center of the path they cleared.My blood ran cold.Elio.He was thinner than I remembered from three years ago, the line of his jaw sharper. But his black eyes were still as dangerous as an abyss.His gaze swept through the crowd, finally locking onto me.Even through the mask, he recognized me instantly."Eleonora."His voice cut through the noise of the hall, stirring a familiar ache in my chest.I turned to leave, Dante close behind me. But Elio's men h
"Mama, look!"Leo's small hands tapped against the studio's floor-to-ceiling windows, pointing at the gulls flying over the sea.I put down my brush and looked at my three-year-old son. He had the same black curls as Elio, but his eyes were as clear as crystal, without a trace of his father's darkness."They're beautiful, aren't they?" I said softly, sketching the deep blue of the Mediterranean onto my canvas.This was a secluded town in the south of France. No gunfire, no blood, no betrayal.Just me and Leo."Nora."Dante's voice came from the doorway. He was dressed in a simple white shirt, his warm golden hair tousled by the sea breeze. He looked more like a nobleman on holiday than the shadow king of Europe's criminal underworld."Uncle Dante!" Leo ran over excitedly and was easily swept up into Dante's arms.It had been three years. Since the day he rescued me, Dante had never crossed a line, never pushed for anything more than friendship. He simply watched over me and Leo, giving
"This is the truth you wanted."Elio slammed the bloody investigation report against Ava's face. The edge of the thick file left a red mark on her pale cheek.In the three days since he had returned from the abandoned church, all human warmth had vanished from his eyes, replaced by an icy emptiness."Elio, please, just let me explain…""Explain?" His voice was unnervingly calm. "Your father didn't die taking a bullet for the family. He was executed for stealing arms money. The kidnapping at the racetrack? You staged the whole thing. And you planted the bomb yourself."Ava cowered in the corner, her lips purple with cold. "I just… I just wanted you to notice me…""Notice you?" Elio crouched down, sizing her up like an animal for slaughter. "You have my attention. Now it's time to pay the price."He reached out and ripped away the only warm coat she wore."No! Elio!" Ava screamed, trying to scramble away."Take it off," he ordered, his tone flat. "And put this on."He threw a flimsy silk
Ignoring the strong objections of his family doctor, Elio discharged himself from the hospital. The fire of rage and regret burning in his chest drove him straight to the safe house in the Bronx.When Ava saw him step into the dark cell, the glimmer of desperate hope in her eyes was instantly frozen by the coldness in his."Elio...""Freeze all her accounts. Seize all the jewelry and property I gave her. Without my permission, she will never leave this place," Elio ordered the soldati behind him, not even glancing at Ava, whose face had gone white as a sheet."Elio! You can't do this to me! I know I was wrong!" Ava lunged to grab him but was blocked by the expressionless guards.Elio finally looked at her, his eyes like he was examining a pile of rotting garbage. "Our accounts will be settled. Slowly."He turned and left without a backward glance, Ava's desperate cries echoing behind him.Meanwhile, the search for Eleonora, which involved all of the Carbone family's overt and covert re
The hospital room finally returned to a dead silence, leaving only Elio's heavy, agonized breathing.He leaned back on the bed, closed his eyes, and all he could see was Eleonora's cold, determined figure diving into the pool, letting the water swallow her without a single backward glance.Elio lay on the hospital bed, the physical pain a fraction of the agony tearing at his soul.He stared at the white ceiling, the image of Eleonora's lifeless eyes and Ava's deceitful face flashing alternately in his mind."Investigate!" he commanded the advisor standing by, his voice hoarse but filled with a hellish ferocity. "Not just Eleonora's whereabouts! Ava too... dig up everything on her, right back to her birth. Don't miss a single detail!"His mafioso instincts were screaming at him. It had all been an elaborate deception.The Carbone family's intelligence network was vast. Within days, a thick file of top-secret documents was delivered to his bedside.The first file was about the fatal midn
When Elio woke up in the Carbone family's private hospital, the blinding surgical light above him made him squint in discomfort.His bones ached from the crash, feeling as if they had been ground to dust."Elio! You're finally awake?!" A soft, choked voice sounded by his ear.To him, it was just grating noise.He turned his deep-set eyes. Ava was at his bedside, her eyes red, her pitiful face filled with terror."Get the doctor! Someone, help!" Ava frantically pressed the call button, large tears splashing onto the back of his hand. "You scared me to death... It's all my fault. If I hadn't made the Donna upset, you two wouldn't have fought... and you wouldn't have crashed..."A splitting headache tore at Elio's nerves.He coldly pulled his hand away, with no energy to feign politeness. His mind was consumed by the consigliere's devastating report.Divorce papers... Eleonora...When had she taken them to be notarized? How dare she end their vow on her own? And... that goddamned signatur







