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The Basilica Deal (chapt. 75)
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Twisted vows After the Ruin (chapt.81)
Alessia’s POV I can’t really recall the drive back. What stands out is Nikolai’s hand, warm and steady, resting over mine on the gearshift. I can still picture Matteo in the back seat, staring out the window, his eyes vacant, as if he were watching ghosts vanish with each passing mile. I remember the smell of smoke clinging to my coat, and the feel of old dust under my nails. The convent felt like just stone now. No more threats lurking behind the sacred arches. No loyalists clinging to my father’s rotting legacy. We left it behind — a tomb for the remnants of the poison. At the Villa Sofia was at the kitchen table when we stepped inside. Her hair was a mess from sleep, sketchbook open in front of her, and her feet swinging beneath the chair. She looked up at me — not at the blood staining my sleeve or the dirt on my boots — just at me. “Did you win?” she asked. So simple. So honest. The truth caught in my throat. Nikolai crouched beside her, brushing her hair away fro
Twisted vows The Last Den (chapt. 80)
Nikolai’s POV The convent stood on a hill outside Florence, looking like a mausoleum. Old stone, crumbling arches, and iron gates rusted by years of hiding secrets. Matteo killed the headlights as we rolled to a stop beneath a black cypress tree. Inside those walls was Marco Bellotti. Severi’s last loyal hound. The guy who used to slide bullets under our garden gate like they were love letters from hell. Matteo checked his gun. "Straight in, straight out," he muttered. I nodded; no need for speeches. I was here for closure. Inside We slipped through a side door. The silent halls swallowed our footsteps. Moonlight filtered through broken stained glass — saints with shattered eyes watched us pass. A low murmur drifted from the old chapel. Matteo raised two fingers — we waited. We crouched behind a row of rotting pews. Marco stood at the altar — gaunt, greasy hair slicked back, suit frayed at the cuffs. Three other men circled him, rifles slung loosely, their eyes twi
Twisted vows Bloodhound (chapt.79)
Nikolai’s POV Florence at night feels like a labyrinth of broken promises—old cobblestones beneath my feet, new blood in the air. Matteo and I moved like wolves through the back alleys, hidden from the eyes of tourists. No suits, no rings—just guns, shadows, and one name resounding through the darkness: Severi. The loyalists were like splinters—small, desperate, scattered. These were men who’d survived on my father-in-law’s leftovers and Severi’s hush money. Now, they were left with nothing but grudges and firearms. We found the first one hiding in a wine cellar near Santa Croce. He bolted the moment Matteo pried open the old, rusted door. But he didn’t get far. “Who’s still calling the shots?” I growled, my boot pressing down on his throat. He spat blood, his teeth loose like secrets. “No one’s giving orders,” he wheezed. “It’s a debt, Volkov. Blood for blood.” Matteo’s fist connected with his jaw. “Who’s next?” Matteo pressed, his voice low. But the loyalist just laughed—a
Twisted vows Aftershocks (chapt.78)
Alessia’s POV The courtroom felt like a heavy silence behind me now. But outside, the world was anything but still. One little leak turned into a flood. Newspapers piled up with my name splashed across every front page. The Heiress Who Burned Her Own Bloodline. The Widow Who Avenged Her Sister. Some called me brave; others called me reckless. Honestly? I didn’t care. The truth had come out — and it had a bite. Nikolai’s POV The villa felt cramped now, not because of its size but because of what loomed nearby. Threats. Rumors. People talking about men who once pledged loyalty to Severi sneaking through Florence’s back streets, murmuring about unfinished business. They lost their leader when Alessia buried my father-in-law and dragged Severi out into the open. But dogs without a master bite the hardest. Matteo’s POV I locked the gates tight. Tripled the guards. Rafael and I spread out the maps on the old dining table — the villa, the garden paths, all the blind spots. We were t
Twisted vows The Final Hearing (chapt.77)
Alessia’s POV I thought everything would end with that list. I figured tearing apart the De Luca empire would finally lay my father’s ghosts to rest. But the truth seems to bring new horrors. For every bishop taken down, another lawyer stepped up. For every judge who came clean, there was another accomplice ready to bury the truth deeper than before. So here I found myself again, standing at the marble steps of the international court, holding a single folder. Inside were the final testimonies, the tapes, and the records that Elena sacrificed her life for. Nikolai’s POV I watched her from where I stood in the crowd. No handcuffs this time, no glass walls separating us. Just Alessia — her hair pulled back, her suit sharp enough to cut, eyes locked on the rows of old men who would prefer to keep the past buried. Rafael leaned in closer to me. “Do you think she’s prepared for what this might cost her?” I didn’t turn to look at him. “She’s Alessia. She’s prepared for anything.” Insi
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