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The Revelation

Author: Hikky writes
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-27 14:39:27

Alessia blinked and asked again, slower this time, as if her mind needed more time to catch up. “You—what? You knew?”

Luca’s smile wasn’t cruel, but it was cold, faint and sharp like a blade you only see once it’s pressed against your throat. “Of course I knew, cara mia.”

He turned away from her, his every movement deliberate, precise, as though he had practiced this moment long ago. He walked to the liquor cabinet and poured himself a glass of scotch with unnerving calm, like they weren’t discussing betrayal, espionage, and broken trust.

Alessia’s breath hitched. Her heart pounded against her ribs like a prisoner rattling its cage, desperate to be free.

“You’re scaring me.”

“Good.” He sipped slowly, savoring the burn. Then he turned to face her, his eyes unreadable. “It means you’re beginning to understand the kind of man I am.”

His voice was smooth, frighteningly so. She’d heard that tone only once before, the night he stood beside his dying father, his expression void of emot
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  • The Mafia's heir's bride    Deals upon Deals

    Bianca’s hands trembled as she held the documents close to her chest, her breath coming out in shallow gasps of wicked glee. She had done it. She had actually done it. Her eyes scanned the golden-brown edges of the leather file, embossed with the Morano family crest, so authentic and untouched. Every seal still intact. She threw her head back and laughed, a soft, disbelieving sound laced with triumph. “I can't believe it,” she said, her voice trembling with dark delight. “They were just… there. Right there.” She sank onto her velvet chaise, her manicured fingers fumbling with the clasp. The file opened with a small snap. Her eyes was in the word, land certificates, offshore accounts, properties registered under Luca's name… Even Morano legacy titles. These were not just documents. They were Luca’s empire, signed and sealed. And now, they were in her possession. A slow, malicious smile curled on her lips. She forgot about the implications of been

  • The Mafia's heir's bride    Shadow of himself

    Luca woke up the next morning feeling like a man drowning in silence. The air in Bianca’s room was stale, Cold and heavy. He blinked, trying to clear the fog from his head, then sat up slowly. The thin bedsheet fell from his chest. His boxers was wet and squeezed. Bianca lay beside him with her back turned, pretending to sleep, but her smile betrayed her. She stood by the edge of the bed, her towel clutched tightly against her damp skin, her eyes blazing with a storm she could no longer contain. "Was I not beautiful enough for you, Luca?" she asked, voice cracking under the weight of her frustration. "Before you married her, I was your favorite—your escape. You used to call me your sweetest sin… aside from the other side chicks, at least." Her lips curled with bitterness, it was the hurt in her voice that struck the room silent. "But since your wedding, you've treated me like filth, Like I disgust you. What does Alessia have that I don’t?"..... Her voice was so

  • The Mafia's heir's bride    Silent Agony

    The cold wind of Virenkai swirled around Donato's unconscious body like a snake curling for a final strike. Enzo stood tall, staring down at him. Unmoving, bleeding, and powerless. A slow, sinister smile formed on Enzo’s lips as he knelt beside Donato. His fingers reached out and brushed the blood-streaked shirt, then carefully slid the black book from under his chest. "Who's the master now?" Enzo said. He rose, flipping the book once in his hand, fingers tracing the forbidden emblem on the cover like it was a trophy. "Who's the most wanted now, huh?" His voice cracked with cruel excitement. “I’ll be the legend they never saw coming.” With a quick glance around the forest shadows, Enzo made a sharp U-turn, disappearing into the darkness like a coward running with the crown. ****** Luca’s car swerved briefly as pain stabbed sharply into his chest. He slammed the brake, pulling over near a quiet gas station under the pouring rain. His hand instinctively flew to his

  • The Mafia's heir's bride    Traitor’s Traits

    Luca’s phone buzzed once again He picked it up casually, but what he saw next made his fingers tighten around the device. A video had been sent. No sender name. No number. Just a single media file. He tapped on it. The screen came alive with the image of a dimly lit room. A small boy, frail and frightened, stared straight into the camera. His eyes streamed with tears, lips trembling as he whispered one word that cleaved through Luca’s chest like a blade. “Papa… papa…” Then darkness. The video cut off in an instant, leaving only silence and the white-hot fury boiling beneath Luca’s skin. His jaw locked. Beside him, Bianca shifted. “So… Donato has a son?” Her voice was soft but edged with ill-timed curiosity, nosy and sharp. Luca didn’t answer. A second notification pinged. This time, a message. Short. Cold. Final. Come alone. Bring the black book. No weapons. No men. No cops. This is the only negotiation. Not cash. Not diamonds. Only the black book. Bianca leaned in, b

  • The Mafia's heir's bride    The Weight of power

    Donato dropped to one knee before the king, head bowed in respect. “Rise,” the king said, his voice deep and calm. “You have served us well, Donato Morano. Both with your loyalty and your discretion.” Donato stood, meeting the king’s gaze. “It was an honor.” The king nodded. “A man of few words. Just like your father.” Then, with a gesture, he called forth a servant who approached with a small wooden box, polished and heavy-looking. The king opened it and turned it towards Donato. “Gold,” he said simply. “A token of appreciation. Nothing compared to what lies ahead for you, but still earned.” Donato accepted the box with a slight bow. “Thank you, Your Majesty.” “Now,” the king added, a hint of seriousness returning to his tone, “follow me.” Donato’s heart raced, not from fear but anticipation. They walked through the ancient corridor of the castle until they reached a black iron door. No handles. No keyhole. Just a shimmering panel with numbers. The king stepped forwa

  • The Mafia's heir's bride    Gray

    Alessia took a step back. Her heart pounded, not from longing but from disbelief. Lorenzo was standing right in front of her, looking as alive as ever. The man she had once loved. The man she believed had died… or tried to kill her. "Lorenzo..." she breathed, stunned. His lips spread into a relieved smile, as though just the sight of her revived something inside him. "Alessia. My God. I knew I wasn't hallucinating. It's really you..." He stepped forward, reaching for her, but Alessia tensed, frozen in place. "I have missed you and we have to leave now, your beast and his men shot me that day, I have been on coma and I'm just recovery. Alessia let's elope now" he whispered urgently, his voice trembling with suppressed emotion. "You don’t belong here with that beast. I’ll take you far away. Tonight. Let’s go now—before he finds you." Alessia blinked, her voice hardening. "No, Lorenzo. I’m married now. And my husband doesn’t tolerate such disrespect." Lorenzo paused

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