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Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Nine: The Mafia’s Lord decisons

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Lucien Moretti had never been a man who questioned his choices. In his world, hesitation was not a luxury, it was death wearing another name. A leader who faltered was a leader already bled out on the marble floor.

And yet, that morning, standing outside Emilia’s chamber with the faint scent of her perfume still clinging to his skin, Lucien hesitated.

She had been a storm, silk draped like armor, eyes burning with defiance, lips painted to cut the silence like a blade. He had seen her as both queen and threat, and he had done what came most naturally, claimed her, silenced her, reminded her whose empire she wanted to stand beside.

But even in the aftermath, when her body had softened against his and her fury trembled beneath her skin, something gnawed at him. She was hiding something. Secrets. Shadows. And he was not a man who tolerated either, not from his enemies, and certainly not from the woman lying in his bed.

You are not going to the boardroom, he had told her. He had meant ever
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Lucien’s choice to cut Emilia out of the boardroom is a harsh reminder of who he truly is, the mafia lord first, and a lover second. Julio’s words echo in his head, and for the first time, Lucien admits that his feelings for Emilia might be clouding his judgment. This marks a shift: no matter how much she means to him, trust in their world must be earned, not given. The game between love and power is tightening, and Emilia’s next move will determine whether she proves herself… or loses him completely.

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