Alessia the mafia’s heir’s bride — THE END

The place breathes smoke and chaos as the night folds in on itself. 

Luca stands with his gun raised, chest heaving, eyes burning with fury .

Donato and Princess Elowen stand behind him, dust clinging to their clothes, the air tense enough to snap.

Lorenzo smirks, blood dripping down his brow, gun aimed straight at the woman on black hat.

"Any last words for the master of the game , and the smarter one who wins at the end ?.she said and raised her face up….. It is seraphina .

Her lips curve, painted in a poison-red that glows even in the dim light. 

The shadows behind her crawl like living creatures as her men storm in. 

A rope shoots across the room, snatching every gun from every hand in a single, violent sweep.

Luca's weapon is ripped from him. Donato's too. Even Lorenzo's pistol spins in the air like it recognizes a new master.

Seraphina lifts her chin, smiling with the confidence of someone who has returned from death itself.

The witch's deal has healed her and other affected person from the infectious illness she got from Lorenzo's cave .Her eyes glow with the kind of darkness that has no forgiveness, no boundaries, no end.

She steps forward, right to Lorenzo—who suddenly trembles like a fool who has gambled everything and finally realizes the dealer was Death all along.

"You owe me something," she purrs.

Lorenzo's jaw clenches. "Seraphina…." 

She doesn't wait, she snatches the great black book right out of his hands.

Luca lunges for it, She doesn't expect that.

Their fingers collide his strength, her wickedness and for a moment the book hangs in the air like fate itself is deciding.

Then—It slips ,it falls.

But another hand catches it before it touches the floor.

A shadow moves in from the back door, stepping through the smoke like a ghost returning for vengeance.

Bianca....

Her eyes are red, not from tears, but from betrayal, rage, and a love that died the moment Lorenzo chose ambition over her. 

She holds the black book tightly to her chest.

She doesn't speaks….She acts.

She pulls out a vial—glowing, acidic, deadly.

She splashes it across Seraphina and her men.

The screams echo against the crumbling walls as the chemicals burn into their skins like punishment crafted by hell itself. 

Seraphina collapses to her knees, choking, grasping the floor as darkness seeps into her veins again.

Bianca doesn't stop. She turns to Lorenzo.

He looks stunned, wounded deeper than any bullet could pierce.

"You?" Lorenzo whispers.

"You betrayed me first," Bianca replies, voice cold enough to freeze the flames rising around them. "And you once said— There will be a master of the game at the end and the smarter one wins … ". She walks around majestically ."so tell me, who is the master of the game at the end?'" And who is the smarter one that wins?".

She steps closer. "Well… I am."

She empties the remaining chemical on him. His scream is desperate, broken, pathetic.

Bianca lights the match.

"Goodbye." The flame drops and The world explodes.

Fire spirals up the walls, devouring wood, flesh, hatred, and every sin buried in this place. 

The ceiling cracks open. Smoke claws at the air.

Elowen coughs. "We have to go!"

But the dust is too thick—the building is collapsing, the fire eating the oxygen, the world turning into a furnace.

The door leading outside suddenly slams shut as a boulder drops from above, sealing the exit.

Luca grabs Princess Elowen's arm. Donato shoves debris aside with his bleeding knee. They push, crawl, slam into the blocked door.

Behind them, Lorenzo and Seraphina and her men are swallowed by the fire. Their screams cut off sharply.

"Rest in hell," Donato mutters, voice low, final. "They deserved it."

The fire roars like it agrees.

But something else happens—something unforgiving.

As Bianca races outside, coughing and limping, a cold wind sweeps over the burning forest. A hiss rises from the trees.

The shadow spirits of Larissa step out—silent, tall, faceless.

The betrayal she committed long ago with the shadow spirit and the one with the forest of Larissa ,they never forgot or fully forgives and now there to collects its debt.

"Your time is up," the shadows spirit whisper. "Once a betrayal… always a betrayal."

Bianca shakes her head violently. "No—no, not now! I helped them.i…."

They lift her off the ground.

She screams, nails scratching earth, dress tearing, legs kicking—but the shadows drag her back toward the burning building.

Luca hears the scream. Donato sees it too late.

Princess Elowen gasps in horror.

The shadows carry Bianca inside, shoving her into the inferno as the roof breaks, collapses—And the entire building explodes.

No sound Just a shockwave.

Ash rises like a volcano erupting, devouring everything that once existed in that cursed place.

Elowen whispers, trembling, "Such a bad ending for evil ones."

Luca brushes ash from his face, jaw tightening. "Rest in peace."

Donato sighs, exhausted, body shaking as adrenaline fades. He feels something beneath his boot—something solid even after the explosion.

He bends down and picks it up. His breath catches. "The great black book". Still intact.

"Let's return to Seriona City," Donato says firmly. "Immediately."

******

Hours Later — Seriona City

The convoy screeches into the compound. 

Daisy rushes out of the gates, fear and worry written across her face. 

Her phone has been dead with their unreachable lines for hours.

"Thank goodness!" she cries, running straight to Donato.

She throws her arms around him—hugging him like she thought she'd lost him forever. 

He winces, injured ribs pressing against her, but he holds her just as tightly.

"You rescued our child," she sobs. "Mother called me ,you were badly hurt—where is Romeo?"

Everyone freezes.

Princess Elowen answers for them.

"He betrayed us and Seraphina and Bianca came. 

But judgment found them all. They were consumed by fire."

Daisy's mouth falls open. Her whole body stiffens with shock.

But then she turns sharply to Luca, grabbing his arms with both hands.

"Luca—listen to me. Alessia is the Red Moon blood child. 

She needs to do her rites before the eclipse is over. Go and Hug her…..Kiss her…..Wake her".

Luca's heart stops. He doesn't wait.

He stumbles into the house, pushing through hallways, breath ragged, ash and blood still clinging to him. Elowen and Donato follow behind him anxiously.

He finds her exactly where they left her.

Alessia lies on the bed, pale, fragile, almost unmoving—the Red Moon curse stealing her strength hour by hour.

"Amore…" Luca whispers, voice breaking.

He drops beside her.

He gathers her into his arms. He kisses her over and over again, And again.

Her breath shivers, her fingers twitch. Her eyelashes flutter.

Then—She gasps.

A cry escapes her. Tears spill instantly down her cheeks as she clings to him, alive, trembling, awakening from the curse that almost took her.

Luca breaks down, pressing his forehead to hers.

"You came back," she whispers.

"I will always come back for you," he replies.

Behind them, through the window, the moon eclipse ends in a brilliant burst of white light—the exact moment Red Moon blood child complete her awakening.

Luca lifts the twins from their cradle. 

They blink up at him, tiny faces shaped so much like their father's it makes even Donato smile softly.

"Thank you," Luca murmurs to Alessia, voice heavy with love and awe. "For giving us two more Morano heirs."

She touches his cheek, eyes filled with warmth and exhaustion. "Welcome home."

He tells her everything—the fire, the betrayal, the deaths, the shadows, the cursed forest, the end of Seraphina and Lorenzo and Bianca. Alessia listens in stunned silence, gripping his hand tightly.

"What a vacation indeed," Donato mutters dryly. "Seriona always brings drama."

Luca laughs faintly. "Drama is an understatement."

Donato lifts the great black book. Its cover glows faintly, its ancient power humming between them, daring anyone to touch it without fear.

"The great black book is here," Donato says. "We head back to Morano City first thing tomorrow morning."

Luca nods.

Alessia rests her head on his chest, safe at last.

The Morano empire stands again, purged of traitors, cleansed by fire, bound tighter than ever.

And the mafia heir's bride survives to see another dawn.

********

The next morning, black cars roll through the gates of the Morano estate, and immediately the entire household rushes out as if the walls themselves exhale relief.

Ms. Lauretta Donato and Luca's mother stands at the front beside Alessia's mother ,Mrs Bianchi.

"Welcome home , Mrs Lauretta said. I follow behind them, the weight of the dream-instructions from my husband still burning in my heart like prophecy. When I step out, the first thing I do is release all the prisoners.

Even Marcelo—the mafia man who once confessed his love for Alessia during her anniversary, the same reason he had been locked away all this time.

Freedom settles on him like ashes. He bows his head, knowing his story is now closed, I have been in charge of the moranos empire since you all left".

The mothers rush toward the twins immediately, and were awed by the little kings of the estate.

"Welcome home again," Lucas's mother says warmly. Then she turns to Daisy. "How's my grandson?".

She gently collects one of the twins from Alessia's tired arms, while Mrs. Bianchi holds the other.

Alessia, exhausted but glowing, sways slightly.

"You're aware of Daisy and Donato…?" she asks quietly.

Lucas's mother nods. "Yes. They were married secretly,my late husband asked us to keep it hidden."

Donato inhales deeply. "We have to read the black book. Immediately."

A cold wind sweeps the hall.

Alessia excuses herself and heads to the safe—to get the three cut out pages she too from her late father's secret safe and retrieves the three pages she has guarded all her life without knowing why.

She hands them to Donato.

He inserts the pages into the ancient spine of the Great Black Book.

The book breathes—literally—and the ink ripples across the cover like waking veins.

Donato opens it. Alessia's name shines on the first page.

Everyone freezes. With each sentence Donato reads, the language shifts, twisting into new forms.

And with each page, Donato ages—ten years older, his face sagging, hair silvering before our eyes.

"Stop reading the book!" Daisy and Ms. Lauretta cry together.

But Donato shakes his head, voice rasping.

"No, mother…Daisy, Father knew this would happen. That's why he made me marry early enough .And before this house witnesses what comes next—I announce Daisy is pregnant with my second child."

Daisy gasps, choking on her tears.

Donato continues reading.

The book reveals:

—Secrets

—A path to make the Atlans bow

—More wealth

—More power

Then another truth, darker than all the rest:

The owner and originator of the Great Book is the witch Lápatásodà Válká.

And she reincarnates as Alessia.

Her original body still exists… somewhere.

"No wonder," Luca whispers. "Father and Donato always chose Alessia."

Donato reaches the final line.

The book demands a price... "Luca's life".

Luca steps forward immediately. "Yes. I'll die for you, brother."

But Alessia screams, tears slipping uncontrollably. Her mother holds her tight.

"No," Alessia pleads. 

Donato nodded his head , disagreeing. "I am the one born for this task. I'll fulfill Father's promise. I'll die instead."

Luca tried to argue and Donato now looking like a thousand-year-old king—shakes his head.

His fate is sealed.

He rises slowly, body trembling, and walks to their father's favorite chair. 

The book told them this is where it must rest, decorated so no random person may ever touch it.

Donato places the book on the seat…and collapses….Dead but smiling peacefully .

Daisy falls to her knees beside him. She kisses his forehead.

"Indeed… you are a hero."

Luca, voice breaking, gives the order:

"Build a replica statue of my brother. Something the world will bow to."

His phone vibrates.

A message from the Atlans:

 "Peace from us unto the Morano".

Luca narrows his eyes. "They know the Great Book is awake. They fear us. They seek peace now…but only until they strike."

Donato's body is taken for burial.

The ceremony is quiet, golden, heart-shattering. Just as it was instructed and also the morano rites to bury all mafias immediately their death is been confirmed . 

"Donato's first heir , is the next mafia king to rule over the morano empire and it's sealed ". Luca said .

Afterward, Daisy stands beside the grave one last time.

"I'll go back to my mother. To my son." Her voice is broken but resolute.

"I'll always check on the Moranos. Goodbye, Alessia."

They hug—the kind that keeps a piece of the heart behind.

Princess Elowen steps forward next.

"My mission is accomplished. Michael, Bianca's son—he will be happy. We began this together, and now he sees it end. I'll visit his family…. And tell them about the latest development, he is such a brave boy."

Elowen and Daisy leave—two shadows, two destinies.

Upstairs, the mothers gather around the sleeping twins, the future of the Morano empire.

Outside, Alessia finds Luca standing before Donato's fresh grave. The inscription still gleams.

"My brother is indeed a hero," Luca whispers.

Tears fall. Alessia gently wipes them away.

"I love you without wax, my mafia king," she whispers, kissing him.

Luca cups her face, pulling her closer.

"And I love you too, Alessia. The mafia title belongs to Donato. Even in death, I give him the crown."

"Yes," she breathes. "He was a great hero."

Luca presses his forehead to hers.

"I love you, Alessia. The Mafia's Heir's Bride.".... I truly mean My bride”.

They fall into each other's arms, embraced by destiny, love, and the legacy Donato died to protect.

THE END.