The penthouse was quiet.Too quiet for a man who once ruled the night with violence and smoke. Valerio stood near the open balcony doors, watching Sera with a look that was both reverent and terrified. She hadn’t spoken since they returned. Her silence wasn’t cold—it was contemplative, careful. Like she held the weight of her future between her fingers and was deciding whether or not to crush it.Sera’s back faced him, arms folded across her chest. The wind stirred her hair, and the city lights shimmered against the tears she wouldn’t let fall.“You haven’t said a word,” Valerio murmured, breaking the silence.“I’m thinking,” she said, her voice clipped. “Trying to figure out if I’m about to make the biggest mistake of my life… or the rightest decision I’ve ever made.”He took a slow step forward, his footsteps nearly silent against the marble floor. “If it’s about trust, I’ll never ask you to trust me blindly again.”She turned halfway toward him, her eyes wary. “You already did that
A cold wind swept across the courtyard as Sera stood under the silver glow of the moon, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. The night felt heavier than usual—like the air carried every secret they had tried to bury. Behind her, the Thorne mansion stood solemn and quiet, but there was an energy stirring in its walls. Change. Closure. Something final.Footsteps echoed behind her, heavy and unhurried.She didn’t need to turn around to know it was Valerio.“You always find me when I want to be alone,” she murmured, voice distant.He came to a stop beside her, close but not touching. “Maybe it’s because I know that when you want to be alone… you need someone most.”She closed her eyes, breathing in the weight of that sentence. “You remember that night in Milan? When we danced in the rain like idiots on the rooftop?”“I remember every second.” His voice was hoarse, like it scraped against the memories too. “You looked at me like I was your whole world. And I was too much of a coward to
The silence in the Thorne estate was unnatural.Not the kind of peaceful quiet that came after a storm—but the tense, loaded stillness of a battlefield before the final strike. Valerio stood at the edge of the main hall, watching the flames dance in the fireplace, his reflection fractured in the ornate mirror across the room. His tailored black shirt was unbuttoned at the top, blood staining the cuffs from the earlier interrogation of the last traitor.He hadn’t told Sera everything yet.Not the truth about the council’s final warning.Not the blood price they wanted in exchange for peace.Not the fact that he was being forced to choose between her life or his crown.The crown that now weighed heavier than ever.“Valerio,” Sera’s voice came softly from the entrance, echoing like a balm down his spine.He turned, and she stood there barefoot, in one of his shirts, oversized and barely skimming her thighs. Her hair was damp from a shower, curling around her face in soft waves. She looke
The silence in Valerio’s office was louder than a gunshot.Sera stood in the center of the room, her arms wrapped around herself as if trying to keep her heart from falling apart. Across from her, Valerio leaned against his desk, eyes shadowed, jaw tight. He had just confessed everything—about the traitor, about the real reason his father died, about the bloodstained family legacy he never wanted her to see.And still, she hadn’t moved."Say something," he murmured, voice raw.Sera looked up slowly, her throat dry. "How long did you know?""A while," he admitted. "But I needed proof before I made a move. It wasn’t just about revenge anymore. It was about protecting you.""From your own family," she whispered. “From the people who raised you.”He nodded once, every inch of him heavy with guilt. "From a world I was born into and never wanted to bring you into."Her gaze softened, but her heart still ached. "But I’m in it now. We both are. There’s no going back, Valerio.""I know," he sa
The night had a pulse.It throbbed through the heart of Eros City like a warning, electric and ruthless. Red and blue sirens flickered in the distance, sirens howling like wolves, but none of it reached the isolated hilltop where Valerio’s estate sat—a fortress carved into luxury and vengeance alike.Inside, everything was too quiet.Sera stood in front of the grand windows in Valerio’s private office, watching the distant city lights. She wore a silk slip, the color of spilled wine, her bare shoulders kissed by moonlight. Her fingers traced the edge of the glass, restless.Behind her, the room felt colder without him.But she wasn’t alone.“Do you ever wonder,” came a voice from the shadows, “what it would have been like if you’d chosen differently?”Sera didn’t flinch.She turned slowly to face Alina.The woman who had worn her necklace.The woman who had once stood on a rooftop with a detonator in her hand.“I chose survival,” Sera said evenly. “And now I’m choosing war.”Alina smi
The house was silent, almost too silent for a mansion that once pulsed with power and intimidation. Sera stood at the window of Valerio’s study, her eyes scanning the courtyard below. Men moved like shadows—armed, tense, on high alert.She didn’t need to look behind her to know Valerio was watching her. She could feel his presence like a storm cloud forming behind her spine—thick with worry, with restraint.“He’s in our walls,” Valerio said finally, his voice low, grave.Sera turned slowly. “Lucien.”Valerio nodded. “Someone’s been feeding him information from the inside. That’s how he got past the docks’ security. That’s how he knew where we were hiding the weapons.”Sera crossed her arms. “So who is it? Who do you suspect?”A bitter smirk curled his lips. “Everyone. That’s the problem.”She stepped closer. “Then we start at the top.”He watched her carefully, his jaw clenching. “You mean my captains.”“I mean the people closest to you. We gather them. One by one. We pressure them. S