Masuk“Shut up. Just shut up!” Francesco’s voice boomed through the room. “Your mother is useless to me now, Valentina. What do you expect? That I sit beside her until she rots in that wheelchair?” His lips curled in disgust. “She failed her role. And you, do you even understand what I risked for you? I put my entire mafia on the line. I sacrificed Rose to pull you out of Russian hands. And this is how you repay me? By calling me a bastard?” Valentina stood frozen.He was not her father anymore. This… this was a stranger. A selfish, hollow man who had betrayed not only his wife, but his own children.Her voice came out trembling, yet sharp and firm, “You killed Sila, Dad. You slept with Klaus’s wife. And now you’re planning to ruin your son’s life too?” She swallowed hard. “What happens when Klaus finds out? Have you even imagined what he will do to you?” She tried to threaten him. Before Francesco could answer, Lauren stepped forward. Her hand fisted brutally into Valentina’s hair as sh
“What are you doing here, Lauren?” Francesco demanded as Lauren barged into his office room. She didn’t hesitate. She stormed in as if she owned the room.“I warned you,” she said, her voice trembling with fury. “I warned you this would happen.”Francesco’s jaw tightened. “Lower your voice.”“No.” She stepped closer, eyes blazing. “Your son is slipping away, Francesco. Your mafia is burning from the inside. And you are standing here pretending you still have control.”His expression darkened.“He accused me,” she continued, her voice breaking into something sharper. “He looked at me and said I killed his wife. His baby. Do you know what that means? He doubts me.” She snapped. Francesco exhaled heavily, memories of Klaus’s cold stare and his wards from last night flashing through his mind. “He’s confused,” Francesco muttered. “Sila’s resemblance is disturbing him. But he won’t choose some woman over his mafia. Over power.”Lauren let out a bitter laugh. “You still think this is about
Lauren's eyes curled from the corners as she read the message on her mobile screen. She knew what he was expecting from her. But she was not sure about it. Things have already gone out of hand, one wrong move and her months of planning would be ruined. “What should I do now…” she whispered under her breath. Her body straightened attentively when she heard the door of her room being opened. She turned around and swallowed on her saliva when saw her husband walking through it with unsteady steps. “Klaus, are you alright?” She asked as she moved towards him. He looked disturbed. She understood why he was so. The Russian Councilor killed Nico. The news spread like fire in the jungle. It was a big setback for Klaus' newly gotten designation as the Don of Italians. Afterall, The Italians were losing power in New York. Klaus took the throne of the Italian Mafia with the promise that he would bring their glory back. Their glory as the most dangerous Crime Lords of New York City.Klaus' b
“How is he treating you?” Rose asked her sister over the call. It had been three days since she left the Sokolov mansion, her family, her husband. And she felt at peace. She could think rationally now what to do and what not. Because she was not that naive fool Rose Barbieri now. “Isaac is very gentle and understanding, Rose. He treats me with so much respect and care. I can’t tell you how grateful I am to marry him. He took my revenge and killed Jojo brutally on our wedding day. Everything feels so easy with him in this house. I think I'm really falling for him. He is hard to resist!” Mia didn’t stop praising her husband which brought a smile to Rose's face. She was relieved to hear that. At least her sister got the love of her life. “Iam happy that you are in safe hands, Mia!” “And now when I finally thought that we are going to live together forever you went away, Rose. Why did you do that? Mom told me you got your memories back. Did your husband hurt you again?” Mia asked with
“Klaus. You are again imagining things after seeing that fraud woman. You are heavily drunk now. You do not know what you are saying. Go to your room. I have handled my mafia without you till now and I can do that now as well!” Francesco flared his nose and ordered his son. But Klaus Barbieri grabbed his father's arm tightly, “My Mafia. I am Don now. Always remember that, Francesco!” He growled and jerked his father's hand away before giving him a death glare which shook Francesco to the core. His son had never behaved this way before, what happened now. He looked at the retreating figure of Klaus who sauntered to his room in fury. Because he has another person to confront. His dear wife Lauren. Valentina who stood a little away from them, heard their conversation and swallowed when she heard Klaus excusing their father about Sila’s death. She was there to share the news of her mother’s swapped medicine to her brother and how their mother started moving her limbs a little bit after
Declan Sullivan has survived wars. Blood feuds. Betrayals. He had watched men begging for death. He buried his family and friends without blinking an eyelash but this…this killed the last ounce of humanity left inside him. His hand on her small waist tightened out of rage. He felt the sharp intake of her breath and her eyes went as wide as saucers as she realised what she just did. His nose flared as he took his hands off her body and retreated back slowly. Violence was easy. Control was harder, Declan could end anyone's life without blinking once but putting on a leash to his rage, he rarely did it. “Declan…” Sila whispered, moving up, towards him. She was scared, her body trembled like a person standing barefoot and clothesless in the harsh freezing winters. The anger in his eyes, she wanted to end it. “Declan it was a mistake…”“Was it?” He snarled silently while reading her face. The guilt was clear on her beautiful face. His tone was dangerously low. That guilt left a huge







