Se connecterIn a world where power is king and betrayal a currency, Francesca Marino is a woman with a mission. Haunted by the brutal death of her parents, she has spent years honing her skills, waiting for the day she can exact her revenge on those responsible for their murders. Her path leads her straight to Vincenzo Lombardi, a man with bloodstained hands and buried secrets. Drawn into his world in the guise of deceit, Francesca expects a ruthless opponent. What she finds instead is a man who is both captivating and intoxicating. When their worlds collide, passion flares and the thin line between hatred and love is blurred. With truths long buried exposed, Francesca finds herself compelled to face it all—her retribution, her family, and the man whose destruction she had promised upon. With the past breathing down their necks and the future hanging by a thread, will Francesca and Vincenzo weather the storms, or will love be the ultimate casualty of a war written in blood? Power is seductive, betrayal inevitable but love? The deadliest of all the weapons.
Voir plusCHAPTER 39: The Silk Salvation Francesca’s Pov The trip back to New York was long and quiet. We flew on Vincenzo's plane. He sat across from me and worked. He did not talk to me. He did not ask about my arm or my sleep. He just ran his empire. I watched him. I watched the way he talked on the phone. The way he made decisions that meant life or death for people I did not know. He looked like a King. A tired King.I was thinking about the safe. I did not get the last number. I was so close. Now I was back in New York. The safe was far away. The truth was far away.When we landed, a lot of cars met us at the airport. It was a huge show of power. I was taken straight to his main house. The big one in the city. It was like a fortress. Too many guards. Too much money.I went to the room they gave me. It was not my old small room. It was a suite. Too big. Too fancy. I did not like it. It felt like a cage with soft pillows.I told the guards I needed to rest. I needed silence. I waited one
CHAPTER 38: The Devil Vincenzo’s Pov I closed the phone. I put it in my pocket. My blood was cold. The Marino clan. She was related to the rival. She was not just a doctor. She was an enemy. A spy.I looked at her. She was watching the ocean. She looked calm. She looked innocent. It was a good disguise.“Tell me about your family, Francesca,” I said. My voice was very low. I did not look at her. I looked straight ahead.She turned her head slowly. She looked at me. She did not look worried.“My family? I do not have a family. I am an orphan. I told you this. My parents died a long time ago. I live alone,” she said.“They died a long time ago. How long is a long time?” I asked her.“When I was young. I do not like to talk about it. It is sad. I moved on. I focus on my work,” she answered.“You have an uncle. Alessandro Marino. Is he your uncle?” I pressed her.Her face changed a little bit. A small thing. A twitch around her eyes. But I saw it. I was trained to see everything.“Aless
CHAPTER 37: A Dangerous DistractionVincenzo’s Pov I decided we were not going to stay inside the whole time. I told Marco to get the car ready. I told him we were going out. Not for business. For a drive.Marco looked confused. That was normal. All my men were confused these days. I was confused too.“Boss, are we going to the docks? Or the meeting with the Chicago people?” Marco asked me.“No. We are going to the beach. And then maybe we will drive up the coast. I do not know yet. Just get the big car. And bring three cars behind us. Not four. Three,” I commanded.“The beach, Boss? But you hate sand. And the Chicago people are waiting for your call,” he said. He did not say it like a question. He said it like I was making a mistake.I looked at him hard. “I am the boss, Marco. I will call the Chicago people later. I am going out. With Francesca. Get the car ready now.”He nodded fast. He left to do what I said.I went to Francesca’s room. I knocked once and then opened the door. Sh
CHAPTER 36: Three More Days Francesca’s Pov I started on the third number. Right again. This one felt harder. The dial was stiff. I needed to use more pressure. I was not supposed to use more pressure. I needed to be light.I pulled back my hand. I stopped. I took a deep breath.Do not rush. Do not get caught.I thought about the last number again. What would a man like Vincenzo choose? Not his own birthday. Maybe the day his father forced him to kill. Maybe the day he became the devil. The day he lost his life.I turned the dial slowly. I was so focused. I was almost there. I felt the third click. Yes. One more number.Left. I was turning the dial back. Back past the other numbers. Back to the start.I was just starting the last turn. I was ready to settle the final click. I was breathing shallow.Then I heard it. A sound from outside the study door.Footsteps. Heavy footsteps. They were coming fast. They were not Marco’s steps. They were Vincenzo’s steps.I threw the tool kit unde
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