Vincenzo looked at her, his chest tightening. Tears streamed silently down her pale cheeks.Her expression was devastating. Every glance and restrained breath revealed how guilt was tearing her apart.“It was an accident, Vittoria,” Vincenzo said, his voice firm but low as he shifted his gaze back to the road ahead.“How many, Vincenzo?” Vittoria pressed, her words heavy, demanding the answer she dreaded.“Three,” Vincenzo answered, almost in a whisper, his fingers tightening around the steering wheel until his knuckles whitened under the strain.The cry that burst from Vittoria’s lips was loud and raw, laden with pain.Her sobs filled the car, her chest heaving unevenly as the reality hit her like a blow that stole her breath.Her crying began to shift into something more erratic, her sobs growing shorter, the air catching in her throat.She tried to take a deep breath, but the sound that came out was a faint, sharp wheeze, betraying her struggle to draw in oxygen.Her chest began to
Before Vincenzo could respond, Vittoria pulled the oxygen mask away and threw herself against him, wrapping her arms around his neck.Her body gave way completely, collapsing into his embrace, as if he were the only heaven left amidst the chaos.“Right now, it doesn’t matter what happened,” Vincenzo whispered, lifting her effortlessly into his arms, as if her weight were nothing. “Everything’s going to be okay, I promise,” he said, sealing the vow with a firm kiss on the top of her head, a gesture blending protection with the quiet relief of holding her alive in his arms.Then Vincenzo crossed the room with steady strides, cradling her against his chest as if shielding her from the world.As he stepped through the front door, he held her tighter, adjusting her body against his to keep her face buried in his shoulder.He made sure to keep her turned away, sparing her eyes from the sight of the bodies lined up outside, shielding her from at least that burden.“Forgive me, please,” Vitto
The air vanished from Vincenzo’s lungs, his stomach churned, and despair gripped his chest with such force that, for a moment, he thought he might not breathe again.“Shit,” Tommaso muttered, stopping abruptly beside him, his voice low and taut, as if afraid to confirm what he saw. “Vincenzo…”“No,” Vincenzo whispered, the single word a fragile shield against the sight before him.He took a step forward with effort, as if every muscle in his body resisted obeying.His gaze slid heavily over the black body bags lined up in front of him, each one carrying the silence of death.Three lives snuffed out—the number seared into his mind like a verdict.The weight of that sight was so brutal it nearly dragged him to the ground, crushing his chest until the air grew scarce.The terror that one of them might be Vittoria pierced his heart like a cold blade, tearing him apart from within until each heartbeat hurt more than he could bear.As if a brutal surge of adrenaline shot through him, Vincen
Before Vincenzo could react, Alfonso appeared in the corridor, strides long and assured, like a predator that didn’t need to run for its prey.Alfonso’s face remained unreadable, but his eyes burned with a cold, calculated fury.As he approached, he stayed on his course and collided with Vincenzo, his shoulder striking just hard enough to throw him off balance.Vincenzo’s phone slipped from his hand, hitting the marble floor with a sharp clatter, the sound echoing through the silent corridor.The device barely stopped skidding before Alfonso, without so much as a glance downward, moved his foot with precision and pressed his heel onto the screen.The glass shattered with a high-pitched crack, followed by a low groan of crushed circuits under his weight.Alfonso didn’t step back right away; he kept his foot there for a few extra seconds, as if savoring the moment and etching a silent message.“Whoops, how clumsy of me,” Alfonso said, his voice dripping with irony as he eyed the ruined
Tommaso’s usually unreadable expression faltered for a fleeting moment.His eyes widened and his jaw tightened subtle but clear sign of surprise at the unexpected proposal.“Just to make sure I’m not misunderstanding,” Vincenzo began, his voice calm and eyes fixed on Antonella with cynical intensity.He tilted his head, studying her as if she were an exotic creature poised to strike.“Are you seriously suggesting marrying one of my cousins?” Vincenzo asked, the words carrying a bitter tang, yet too tantalizing not to savor. “Is that your big play, Signorina Mancini?”“I’m not interested in rings or romantic vows,” Antonella replied, a half-smile playing on her lips, as if relishing the Lucchese reactions like a victory claimed in advance. “I want respect,” she continued, lifting her chin with graceful defiance. “And, naturally, to keep the Lucchese name firmly tied to the interests of Casa Mancini.”Vincenzo let out a low, dry laugh, aware that something in her proposal stirred more t
Alfonso snatched the envelope with a sharp motion, nearly tearing it apart as he opened it, as if the document’s very existence was a direct insult to his authority.His eyes raced over the first few lines, his expression growing darker with every word he read.“It would’ve been an honor, father-in-law, to have you at our wedding,” Vincenzo taunted, his voice dripping with mockery and barely concealed glee, savoring each word like a toast to his cunning. “Such a shame you missed it—it was flawless. A discreet, elegant, and legally airtight ceremony.”Vincenzo watched with visible delight as Alfonso’s fingers crushed the document, nearly shredding it in pure frustration.“And please, don’t worry about preserving the paper,” he added, his sly smile sharpening his tone. “It’s just a copy. The original is safely tucked away.”Vincenzo leaned back in his chair with the confidence of a man who hadn’t just won the first round but had chosen the ring, the referee, and the crowd.“But if you w