LOGINThe office remained silent after Lidia’s cries faded away.Bruno was still kneeling on the floor.Motionless.Broken.The sound of the door opening barely registered in his mind.Gennado stepped inside quietly.His sharp eyes immediately took in the scene.Lidia’s tear-stained face.Bruno kneeling.The despair hanging heavily in the air.For a moment, the old wolf simply stood there.Then he walked forward.Without saying a word, he placed a gentle hand on Bruno’s shoulder.The simple gesture carried more comfort than any speech could have.Bruno lowered his head.His chest tightened painfully.He looked less like the feared king of the underworld and more like a lost child.Gennado squeezed his shoulder briefly before walking toward Lidia.“My dear.”Lidia wiped her face quickly.Trying to regain some composure.But her swollen eyes betrayed her.Gennado reached down and gently helped her stand.“There is enough for today.”His voice was soft.Fatherly.The kind of voice Lidia had wi
The moment Bruno spoke her name, Lidia finally turned.The tears she had been fighting shimmered inside her eyes.Not falling.Not yet.But hanging there stubbornly.Refusing to be hidden any longer.For a second, neither moved.Neither breathed.The morning sunlight pouring through the tall windows illuminated every scar the years had left behind.Bruno’s chest tightened painfully.How many times had he seen those eyes filled with tears?Countless.Yet back then he had looked away.Ignored them.Dismissed them.He had convinced himself they meant nothing.Now each tear felt like a blade sinking into his flesh.“What?” Lidia asked quietly.The trembling in her voice betrayed her calm expression.Her fingers curled tightly against her dress.“What do you want now?”Bruno remained silent.Lidia laughed.A broken sound.Empty.Dangerous.“Have you come to take my son away too?”Her voice cracked.The words echoed through the office.“Just like you took everything else from me?”Bruno’s f
Bruno stared at the message on his phone for a long time after receiving it.The screen had already dimmed twice.Still, he remained seated behind his desk.Silent.Motionless.Dangerously thoughtful.A slow smile eventually appeared on his face.Not the cold smile that terrified enemies.Not the cruel smile that had once made men tremble.This one carried understanding.Because he knew Gennado.Perhaps better than anyone else.The old wolf had likely seen everything.Romano taking Tony’s hair.His unusual interest in the boy.The way his eyes followed Lidia throughout the birthday celebration.Nothing escaped Gennado’s notice.Nothing.Bruno leaned back against his chair and closed his eyes.“So you figured it out.”His voice was barely audible.The room remained silent.For a few moments, he allowed himself to breathe.Tomorrow would change everything.One way or another.His phone vibrated again.This time the message came from Romano.Bruno opened it immediately.A file appeared.
The celebration ended long after midnight.One by one, the luxurious cars disappeared through the massive iron gates of the old wolf’s estate. The music faded. The laughter died away. The grand reception hall that had been overflowing with powerful men and women only hours ago slowly returned to silence.Servants moved quietly through the room collecting empty wine glasses and half-finished plates while security men resumed their normal positions around the mansion.Outside, the night air had turned colder.Inside, however, Lidia felt anything but calm.She stood beside Tony’s crib, watching her son sleep peacefully.His tiny chest rose and fell steadily beneath the blanket.Completely unaware.Completely innocent.And perhaps standing at the center of a storm that was about to explode.Lidia gently brushed a finger through his soft curls.The same curls Bruno had stared at tonight.The same curls that had made her heart nearly stop when Tony ran into Bruno’s arms without hesitation.
The applause still echoed across the grand hall as Lidia slowly walked toward Gennado.The heavy file rested inside the old wolf’s hand like the weight of an empire itself.Every eye in the room followed her movements.Some with admiration.Some with envy.Others with calculation.Because tonight—Everything had changed.Lidia stopped in front of Gennado, her fingers trembling slightly before reaching for the document.The file felt heavier than expected.Not because of paper.But because of what it meant.Power.Protection.A name.A future.Her throat tightened painfully.For years she had begged life for scraps of kindness.Tonight—An entire kingdom had been placed in her hands.Slowly, she lifted her eyes toward Gennado.The old wolf smiled at her softly.Proudly.Like a father finally getting the chance to love his child openly.Without thinking—Lidia stepped forward and hugged him tightly.The room erupted into applause again.Louder this time.Longer.Gennado closed his eyes
The mansion had not slept all day.Servants moved quickly through the hallways carrying trays of flowers, ribbons, wine glasses, decorations, and expensive fabrics while voices echoed softly from every direction.The once quiet estate had transformed completely.Lidia stood near the center of the large reception hall, holding a roll of silver ribbon while supervising the final decorations. Purple and black flowers lined the long marble staircase, soft golden lights wrapped around the pillars, and crystal chandeliers cast warm reflections across the polished floors.Everything looked elegant.Carefully planned.Erika walked down the staircase carrying wrapped gifts in both hands.“You know,” she muttered breathlessly, “for someone who said she didn’t want a big party, this looks like a royal celebration.”Lidia laughed softly for the first time that day.A real laugh.Short.But warm.“I blame Gennado.”“You should,” Erika replied immediately. “This man invited half the mafia world.”L
Gennado held the phone to his ear, his fingers stiff around it, as if the device itself carried weight.“Speak,” he said.Silvano’s voice came through the line, steady but heavy. “I finished the comparison.”Gennado moved closer to the desk without realizing it. Elena’s photograph lay there, her ey
Blanca Mancini did not believe in accidents.She believed in control.As her black sedan rolled away from the Deluca estate, her gloved fingers tightened slowly around her purse. The leather creaked under the pressure. From the outside, she looked composed—an offended matriarch leaving a hostile vi
Hanks moved through the mansion like a shadow that smiled.Her lips curved upward wherever she went—slow, deliberate, almost proud. The servants noticed. They always noticed. In a house where fear had settled like dust after Lidia’s disappearance, Hanks’s expression stood out like blood on white ma
Blanca pressed the phone tighter to her ear as Lorenzo’s rage crackled through the line like live wire.“I will kill her,” he said, voice shaking with fury. “I will carve her face and send it to Bruno as a gift. Let him choke on it.”“Enough.” Blanca’s voice cut through him, sharp and cold. “You wi







