LOGINThe ruby on the ring glints like blood in the light.My father, Don Rocco, holds it in his hand. He stands before me, his eyes more serious than I have ever seen them.It’s been a week since the “Zero-Sum Gauntlet” ended.I walked away with three billion dollars, absorbed the assets of three rival gangs, and broke the bank.The same old men who once whispered that I was “just a decoy” now lower their voices when they say my name.Today, the grand hall of the Bellini estate is filled with every major player in the New York underworld.“Today,” my father’s voice booms through the speakers, “I pass everything the Bellini family owns to my own flesh and blood. My greatest pride.”My mother stands beside him, her eyes shining with pride and fierce protectiveness.He takes my right hand. He slides the Don’s ring, the symbol of absolute power, onto my forefinger. Inch by inch.The cold metal feels like a brand against my skin.“From this day forward, Aurora is the sole head of the Bellini fa
The gun barrel pushes past Nico’s teeth, pressing against the roof of his mouth.The Russian leader twists it slowly, like a toy.“Five hundred million,” he says in a thick accent. “We take it in cash, or we take it in flesh. Starting with your fingers.”Nico is shaking so hard his teeth rattle against the steel. A choked whimper escapes his throat.Sweat drips from his chin onto the carpet.I see it clearly. In that one second, all his pride, all his so-called love, shatters into dust.“Don’t… don’t kill me…” he finally chokes out.The gun barrel pulls back half an inch.Nico lunges for it like a drowning man. He grabs Scarlett’s hair and smashes her face against the corner of the trading desk.A sickening thud.Scarlett screams, blood pouring from her nose.“It was her!” Nico shrieks, pointing at the bloody mess that is Scarlett’s face. “That bitch stole the intel and tricked me! It had nothing to do with me! Take her! Settle the debt with her! Don’t kill me! Her face is still worth
“Three, two, one… market open!”The opening bell of the NASDAQ rings out. A tsunami of red and green numbers floods the screens.I’m in the VIP box with Lorenzo, looking down on the chaos below.Looking down at him.Nico. His suit is wrinkled, his eyes are bloodshot. He’s staring at his terminal like a man possessed.He took the money from the three casinos, leveraged it ten-to-one, and dumped it all into the pharmaceutical stock from my “secret” file.Every last penny.For the first five minutes, the stock price skyrockets. The green arrow shoots for the moon.Nico leaps out of his chair, grabbing Scarlett in a delirious hug, laughing like a madman.“I won! I won! Scarlett, we’re going to be rich!”Scarlett screams and hugs him back, her manicured fingers digging into his back.“Nico, I knew you were the best! Look at that number! When we get our money, I’m going to buy the Bellini estate and make that bitch Aurora beg on her knees!”They’re clinging to each other like two rabid dogs
Three days. No word. Then Nico sends a message.I’m sprawled on a leather sofa in Lorenzo’s penthouse suite, listening to my assistant’s report.“Nico Volkov mortgaged three of his family’s casinos. Took out a high-interest loan from the Russians. Miss Scarlett also maxed out his black card yesterday on a closet full of designer bags.”My eyebrow raises.“He mortgaged casinos? Is he insane?”“He says… he’s going to win it all back in the game.” My assistant hesitates. “He bought a ticket to the ‘Zero-Sum Gauntlet.’”I laugh.How pathetic.A reject on the verge of being disowned, and he thinks he can challenge me on Wall Street?On the big screen, a new player’s funds are wired in.Nico Volkov.Eighty million dollars.I raise my glass with a smirk.“He’s adorably stupid.”Footsteps behind me. Lorenzo walks over with two glasses of whiskey. He sits, his large hand wrapping around my waist, his thumb stroking slow circles through the thin silk of my dress. It sends a shiver down my spine.
Two days later, my head is still spinning from the concussion when the front door is kicked open.“Aurora Bellini! Get out here!”Nico’s roar echoes through the house, followed by the heavy footsteps of Volkov family guards.I walk slowly down the stairs, the silk of my robe whispering against the marble.“Let her go, or the marriage is off. The Volkov family won’t recognize it,” Nico snarls, pointing a finger at my face. “I haven’t eaten or slept. I’ve been calling in every favor to get her out! She’s been in that cell for two days! She’s your sister!”I stare at his face. So familiar, yet so strange. I suddenly find him ridiculous.Eight years of engagement, for this.I pull the ring off my finger. Eight years. And I throw it right in his face.The diamond cuts his cheek. A line of blood appears.“Ah!” He clutches his face, staring at me in disbelief.“The deal is off,” I say calmly. “You're nothing to me now.”“You… Are you insane?! This is an alliance between two families—”“Shut u
My father Rocco’s voice is ice.Scarlett scrambles to answer, her face a mask of fake concern.“Dad, she wasn’t careful… the stairs are slippery, and her heels…”SMACK.A backhand from my mother, Isadora. It sends Scarlett flying. She slams into a marble pillar.The room goes dead silent.The same people who were just defending Scarlett are now afraid to breathe.Nico is the first to react. He runs to Scarlett, shielding her with his body. He roars at my parents.“Are you crazy?! Aurora was the one who hurt her! Why did you hit her?!”I’m sitting on the floor, sticky and aching, but I can’t help but laugh.Unbelievable. Even now, he’s still lying for her.“Shut up, Volkov.” My father doesn’t even look at him. He just snaps his fingers. “Throw him out.”Two guards grab Nico. He struggles and screams, but they drag him out like a sack of garbage.My father stands. His suit jacket falls open, revealing the gun at his waist.He doesn’t say another word.He just snaps his fingers again.Cli







