LOGINThe Heritage Cup Charity Polo Gala was one of San Aurelio’s oldest traditions.Held each spring by the Valdorian Heritage Foundation, it raised millions for hospitals, scholarships, medical research, and disaster relief. Newspapers called it a celebration of generosity, while cameras captured polished speeches, elegant guests, and the polo match.To the public, it was philanthropy at its finest.In reality, it was something else.It was one of the few times each year when Valdoria’s most powerful families gathered outside the council chamber. Business was never spoken of openly, but beneath polite conversation, alliances were reinforced, investments aligned, and political futures quietly shaped.Everything looked effortless. Nothing was accidental.The San Aurelio Polo Club spread across green fields under a warm spring sky. White marquees lined the grounds as guests moved between the clubhouse and pavilion, champagne in hand and laughter kept polite.At one end of the pavilion, the o
Life at St. Aurelius University quickly returned to its usual rhythm after the Founder's Gala.Lectures filled the mornings, followed by labs, discussions, and an endless stream of assignments. By late afternoon, students were already buried in preparation for quizzes and practical exams. Evenings belonged to the library, where silence and stress blended into something familiar.As if nothing unusual had happened at all. For most people, nothing had changed. For Lana, something had.It wasn’t dramatic. It didn’t announce itself. It simply settled in quietly, like a habit she hadn’t noticed forming.At lunch, the cafeteria was as loud and crowded as ever. Conversations overlapped, trays clattered, and students filled every available seat.Lana sat near a window with Ida and Ciara, their trays half-finished as they talked about upcoming quizzes and professors who seemed to enjoy making their lives difficult.“I swear,&r
Morning light spilled through the hospital windows, soft and pale over the quiet suite. Outside, the city was already awake, but inside everything remained still.Lana sat propped against the pillows, looking better than she had the night before.Dr. Salvatore closed her chart. “You’ve responded well to treatment. Rest a few more days, but you’re cleared to go home.”“Thank you, Doctor,” Lana said softly.Home should have felt simple, but it didn’t.The memory returned uninvited, the woman in the restroom, calm and certain, as if she had spoken truth instead of poison.They are hiding things from you.Lana closed her eyes briefly.Her father, Emilio, ruled a world built on loyalty and blood. Her parents had trusted him completely.Luciano Marcone didn’t gamble with trust. If he had placed his daughter under Emilio’s protection, it was because he believed Emilio would never fail her.That was what the stranger didn’t understand.And yet the woman’s words had been deliberate and precise
The private hospital suite was quiet once more.Lana lay against the pillows, her skin still pale, her eyes heavy with the lingering effects of the sedative. Even in rest, there was tension in her face, like her mind refused to fully let go.Emilio had not moved from her side since she arrived.He watched her quietly for a moment, noticing how she kept fighting sleep.“You don’t have to stay awake,” he said at last, his voice low and steady. “The antidote is working. You’ll feel weak for a while, that’s all.”He adjusted the blanket over her shoulders with careful hands, an almost uncharacteristic gentleness. “Rest. I’ll be here.”Lana turned her head slightly toward him. The woman’s words from earlier still lingered in her mind, sharp and persistent, refusing to fade.She wanted to ask. The questions pressed against her tongue, but she didn’t.Instead, she gave a small nod. “Okay.”Across the room, Carissa had been watching in silence.After a moment, she stepped closer. “You’ve been
Inside the ladies’ room, Lana’s breathing slowed as the sedative took hold. The world around her blurred at the edges, sound thinning into something distant and unreal. Her knees weakened, and she barely registered the moment her body gave in.Outside, the woman who had followed her in left without urgency. She straightened her posture, composed and unremarkable, and stepped back into the corridor. A passing guard gave her a brief, polite glance. She returned it with a calm nod and continued on her way.Within seconds, she was lost in the flow of guests. No one remembered her face.A faint, satisfied smile touched her lips as she disappeared into the crowd. Her task had never been to abduct Lana Vitale or to kill her. It had been simpler, and more dangerous.To plant doubt. A question that would not fade once it took root.Several minutes passed.Inside the ballroom, the orchestra shifted into a softer piece. Crystal glasses clinked, conversations rose and fell in elegant rhythm, and
The second waltz drifted through the ballroom beneath the crystal chandeliers, its gentle melody carrying couples across the polished marble floor.Nicolo led Lana with easy confidence. “Relax,” he said lightly.“I am trying,” she replied, though her shoulders remained tense.He glanced at her posture and chuckled. "You look like you're getting ready for a boxing match, not a dance. I value my life too much to get elbowed in the ribs.”She laughed. "Good. I'd hate to ruin a face that handsome."The joke eased the tension between them. Little by little, she stopped overthinking and let the music guide her. To her surprise, the steps came naturally. Her balance was steady, her timing effortless.Nicolo noticed it too. "You're a natural," he said.Lana shook her head. "I wouldn't go that far.""I would."After a moment, his gaze drifted across the ballroom. “You know... half the room has been watching you all night.”Lana frowned slightly. “No, they haven’t.”“They have,” he said simply.







