FAZER LOGINCompartilhar
Missing
Data de publicação:
2026-09-13 07:00:11Nico reached the north service corridor within ninety seconds of the camera going dark, three of his people already converging from different directions, weapons concealed beneath dinner jackets that had never been designed to hide them but managed well enough in dim light and a room full of people determined not to look too closely at anything.
The corridor was empty. No sign of struggle, no blood, nothing except an overturned tray of champagne glasses near the service door, shattered gl
Último capítulo
THE BILLIONAIRE'S REJECTED WIFE WAS THE MAFIA HEIRESS The Truck at the Loading Dock
Nico reached the loading dock in under two minutes, leaving Falcone with a security detail near the main hall, and found his west entrance team already positioned along the dock's perimeter, weapons drawn but discipline holding, nobody firing yet, nobody willing to escalate first in a building full of civilians.The truck sat idling twenty feet from the dock, engine running, driver's side door still closed. Whoever was inside hadn't made a move since parking, and the stillness of it was wrong in a way Nico's instincts identified immediately, the particular quality of deliberate inaction, something choosing not to move rather than something waiting for permission to."They're waiting for something," Nico murmured to the team lead beside him, a woman named Rosa who'd worked Romano security for over a decade. "Or they know we're already here and they're deciding how this plays out.""Orders?""Hold position. I want to know what's in that truck before anyone does anything that starts a fi
THE BILLIONAIRE'S REJECTED WIFE WAS THE MAFIA HEIRESS Missing
Nico reached the north service corridor within ninety seconds of the camera going dark, three of his people already converging from different directions, weapons concealed beneath dinner jackets that had never been designed to hide them but managed well enough in dim light and a room full of people determined not to look too closely at anything.The corridor was empty. No sign of struggle, no blood, nothing except an overturned tray of champagne glasses near the service door, shattered glass catching the dim emergency lighting like scattered ice."Falcone was stationed exactly here," Nico said into his radio, crouching to examine the broken glass without touching it. "Somebody either took him, or he ran.""Or he's the one who cut the camera," came Ethan's voice through the earpiece, tight with barely controlled tension from the control room where he'd stationed himself beside Isabella and Vivian. "Nico, if Draganov confirmed he was compromised, this could be exactly what
THE BILLIONAIRE'S REJECTED WIFE WAS THE MAFIA HEIRESS Doors Open
By seven that evening, the ballroom looked exactly like what it was supposed to look like, warm gold light, a string quartet tuning quietly in one corner, waitstaff moving with practiced ease among tables set for three hundred guests who had no idea they were walking into the most carefully engineered room in the city.Isabella stood in front of the mirror in a small dressing room off the main hall, smoothing the front of a deep emerald gown Amara had insisted on, arguing that a woman eight months pregnant deserved to feel beautiful even on the worst night of her life, and studied her own reflection with an expression she barely recognized. Steady. Focused. Terrified, somewhere underneath, in a place she'd trained herself not to let show."You look incredible," Ethan said from the doorway, and she turned to find him in a dark suit, the particular version of himself he wore for boards and mergers and, apparently, engineered confrontations with a man who'd spent thirty years learning to
THE BILLIONAIRE'S REJECTED WIFE WAS THE MAFIA HEIRESS What the Tunnel Could Do
Nico had a structural engineer on the phone within four minutes of Isabella's discovery, a woman named Priya Desai who owed him a favor from a job neither of them ever discussed in front of other people, and by the time she arrived at the estate an hour later, the war room had transformed again, floor plans now layered with cross sections and load calculations nobody in the room fully understood except her."It's not a guaranteed collapse," Priya said, tracing a finger along the tunnel's marked path on the blueprint. "But whoever built this originally cut corners nobody would get away with under current code. That support wall is carrying more of the ballroom's load than it should be, and if someone knew exactly where to place a controlled charge inside that tunnel, they could take out enough of it to bring down a significant section of floor above. Not the whole building. But enough.""Enough for three hundred people standing on that floor," Ethan said quietly."Enough for that, yes.
THE BILLIONAIRE'S REJECTED WIFE WAS THE MAFIA HEIRESS The Morning Of
Isabella woke before dawn on the morning of the gala, three days ahead of the original timeline nobody had quite managed to prepare for, and lay still for a long moment in the gray early light, one hand resting over her stomach, listening to Ethan's steady breathing beside her.They hadn't spoken much since the argument in the war room. Not coldly, exactly, but carefully, the particular caution of two people who loved each other and had genuinely disagreed about something neither was willing to pretend didn't matter. She missed the ease of the six days before that argument, the small warmth of watching him and Nico bicker over floor plans, and understood, lying there in the quiet, that some of what they'd built back together over the last six weeks was going to require more work than either of them had expected, even after everything.The room was quiet around them, the estate itself holding an unusual stillness in these early hours before the day's inevitable chaos began, a
THE BILLIONAIRE'S REJECTED WIFE WAS THE MAFIA HEIRESS What Falcone Owed
Lorenzo Cross found his aide of eleven years in the small office Renzo had occupied at the Cross estate since before Damian was old enough to remember a time without him, and closed the door behind himself with a quiet, deliberate click that made Renzo look up sharply from his desk.The office reflected eleven years of quiet, careful service, family photographs alongside careful filing systems, the particular clutter of a man who had spent over a decade organizing another family's affairs with the same devotion he might have shown his own. Lorenzo found himself, standing in the doorway, remembering countless small kindnesses over the years, birthday cards remembered when Lorenzo himself had forgotten, careful diplomatic solutions to problems Lorenzo had barely noticed forming, and felt the weight of what he was about to confront pressing heavily against eleven years of genuine, accumulated trust."Lorenzo." Renzo's voice carried genuine warmth, the easy familiarity of eleven
Você também pode gostar
Mafia Vengeance
KATHLEEN HAYAT179.8K visualizaçõesMafia Men III - Mancini's Bride
Janedoewritings196.6K visualizaçõesSIR
Aria Steele192.6K visualizaçõesMafia's Sinful Desire
Pria Ambre102.5K visualizaçõesThe Ruthless Don and his Assassin Princess
Nemi412 visualizaçõesThe Man Who Killed Me Wants My Hand
Crownhope383 visualizaçõesFORCED MARRIAGE: The Italian Mafia's Obsession
Author Marr813 visualizaçõesThe Mafia’s Auction Maid
Black sweet 356 visualizações
