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One Hundred And Ninety Eight

Autor: Vivah_writes
last update Data de publicação: 2026-09-29 22:07:26
Don Lorenzo Valenti stood in the study, staring through the large windows at the courtyard.

The morning sun had climbed higher into the sky, but there was nothing peaceful about the morning.

Too many people had died.

Too many alliances had been broken.

And too many secrets had been exposed.

Then he remembered what Isabella had told him.

Lorenzo still had not fully processed everything.

A child.

His child.

Isabella was carrying his child.

After everything they had endured, after the war, the betr
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  • The Mafia's Princess   Two Hundred And Two

    Don Lorenzo Valenti slowly opened the door to the master bedroom.For a moment, he simply stood there.His eyes immediately found Isabella.She was sitting on the edge of the bed, exactly where he had asked her to wait for him.The moment she saw him, her entire face lit up.A smile spread across her lips."Lorenzo."He closed the door behind him.Before he could say another word, Isabella rushed toward him.Lorenzo opened his arms and caught her against his chest.She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, holding him as though she never wanted to let go again.He held her just as tightly.For several seconds, neither of them spoke.They simply stood there, wrapped in each other's arms.Lorenzo lowered his face and kissed her.Isabella immediately kissed him back.It was a passionate kiss filled with everything they had been unable to say while they were separated.Fear.Relief.Love.Longing.When they finally pulled apart, Lorenzo rested his forehead against hers."I missed you.

  • The Mafia's Princess   Two Hundred And One

    By late afternoon, the convoy finally arrived at the Valenti estate.The massive iron gates opened slowly as the vehicles approached.Several Valenti guards were already waiting outside. They stood in two straight lines, their weapons secured at their sides.For a moment, there was uncertainty among them.These were the same men who had once answered to Luca. Who had stood inside the estate while Luca plotted against Lorenzo.But Luca was dead now.The rebellion was over.And the man stepping out of the first vehicle was the only Don they recognized as their rightful leader.Don Lorenzo Valenti.The moment Lorenzo stepped out of the car, every guard lowered his head."Don Lorenzo."The greeting came almost simultaneously.Don Lorenzo looked at them.He recognized several of the men.Some had served the Valenti family long before Luca's betrayal.Others had simply followed whoever held command.Don Lorenzo didn't immediately punish them.He understood something about loyalty.Some men

  • The Mafia's Princess   Two Hundred

    The next morning, the Rossi estate felt strangely different.Valeria was still recovering.Her shoulder remained bandaged, and although the physician had assured everyone that she would make a full recovery, she was still weak.Alessandro refused to leave her side.He had spent most of the morning sitting beside her, occasionally helping her with things she couldn't comfortably do herself.But then a guard came to the room."Don Lorenzo wants to see both of you."Valeria looked at Alessandro.Nico nodded.They followed the guard through the corridors until they reached one of the smaller sitting rooms.Don Lorenzo was already there.He stood beside the window, his hands behind his back.When the door opened, he turned."Come in."Valeria and Alessandro entered.Lorenzo gestured toward the chairs."Sit."They did.For several seconds, Lorenzo said nothing.His eyes moved between them.They were both young.Far too young to have been dragged into a world where betrayal, bloodshed and de

  • The Mafia's Princess   One Hundred And Ninety Nine

    The burial of Don Silivio Rossi was as solemn as it should have been.There was no music.No unnecessary conversations.Only silence, mourning, and the heavy presence of men who understood exactly what the death of a Mafia Don meant.Black vehicles filled the driveway and lined the surrounding streets.Men in dark suits stood at every entrance.Armed Valenti soldiers were positioned along the perimeter, on the balconies, near the gates, and even among the trees surrounding the estate.Nothing was being left to chance.Don Lorenzo wasn't willing to take any risks.Every person who entered the estate had been searched.Every vehicle had been inspected.Every guard had been given strict instructions.There would be no surprises.Not today.The invited Mafia Dons arrived one after another.Some came with only a few trusted men.Others arrived with entire entourages.They stepped out of their expensive vehicles wearing black suits, dark glasses, and expressions of solemn respect.But behin

  • The Mafia's Princess   One Hundred And Ninety Eight

    Don Lorenzo Valenti stood in the study, staring through the large windows at the courtyard.The morning sun had climbed higher into the sky, but there was nothing peaceful about the morning.Too many people had died.Too many alliances had been broken.And too many secrets had been exposed.Then he remembered what Isabella had told him.Lorenzo still had not fully processed everything.A child.His child.Isabella was carrying his child.After everything they had endured, after the war, the betrayals, the bloodshed and the uncertainty, there was now a tiny life growing inside the woman he loved.Lorenzo turned slightly at the sound of hurried footsteps from outside.A guard appeared at the doorway."Don."Lorenzo looked at him."There are people at the gate.""Who?""The safe-house guards."Don Lorenzo's expression immediately changed."And Isabella's mother."Lorenzo nodded."They're here. Let them in."Within minutes, they reached the front entrance.Isabella's mother was already ste

  • The Mafia's Princess   One Hundred And Ninety Seven

    Alessandro slowly opened the door to Valeria's room.He stepped inside.For a moment, he simply stood there.Valeria was lying on the bed, her injured shoulder carefully bandaged. Her face was pale, but her eyes were open.She turned toward the sound of the door.The moment she saw him, her eyes widened."Alessandro?"He stopped.Valeria stared at him in disbelief."How...?"She tried to sit up."Alessandro, how did you get here?"Alessandro immediately moved toward her."Don't get up."He gently placed a hand against her uninjured shoulder."You've been shot."Valeria stared at him."How come you are here?"A small smile appeared on Alessandro's face."What happened?"She probed."A lot."He pulled a chair closer to the bed and sat beside her."But none of that matters right now."His eyes moved over her face."I'm just happy you're alive."Valeria swallowed."You thought I was dead?""I was told you were dead.""Luca lied to me."Valeria stared at him."He told me that, to manipulat

  • The Mafia's Princess   Six

    Isabella stood in front of her closet for what felt like the hundredth time, her fingers gliding over fabrics she barely recognized as hers.Silk. Satin. Velvet.Dresses that whispered confidence… boldness… attention.None of them felt like her.She pulled one out, a red bodycon dress, and held it

  • The Mafia's Princess   Five

    Don Lorenzo Valenti didn’t bother hiding his irritation when the door to his study opened again.His gaze lifted sharply—cold, unreadable.And there stood his son.Again.A scowl immediately formed on his face.“Shouldn’t you be in school?” Lorenzo asked, his voice edged with impatience.Alessandro

  • The Mafia's Princess   Four

    Don Lorenzo Valenti stood by the wide glass window of his study, the city stretching endlessly before him. The early morning light filtered through the curtains, but it did nothing to soften the cold, commanding aura that surrounded him.In his hand was a glass of whiskey.While most men reached fo

  • The Mafia's Princess   Three

    Don Lorenzo Valenti stepped further into the room, his presence filling every corner of the space.The gun in his hand remained steady, aimed directly at the young woman standing before him, half-dressed, trembling… yet strangely still.“Please… don’t shoot me,” Isabella pleaded, her voice shaking.

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