LA FAMIGLIA, the biggest Italian mafia in history, made by the great Marchetti family — which, in its golden days, exceeded one hundred members, all with noble blood, inherited from the fallen Kingdom of Sardinia. But their supremacy over the underworld of the country and later on the nearby regions of the European continent made them true sovereigns, direct from an illegitimate monarchy. And their power would probably continue to hang on for many generations, if Rosso Marchetti hadn't made a bitter mistake. One of LA FAMIGLIA's leaders, Rosso Marchetti, was an extremely greedy man. His thirst for power and money drove him. That's why when he heard about the rise of a small family that went on to build wealth through mining, his eyes were filled with greediness. He wanted those mines, so he gave the hand of his only daughter, the first of his children, in marriage to young Mattia Reviello. However, Michela Marchetti always believed that her destiny was to inherit the Mafia, which wa

“Gioacchino Reviello…” The name escapes through Theodor's lips with extreme displeasure, as if it were bitter. “I never imagined you would set foot in America.”“Sometimes, it's necessary…” Gioacchino sets his eyes down on the cage, and they close slightly as he notices the girl inside. “Like finding out that my grandson got married and didn't even bother to invite the family, or introduce her…”Eleonor feels a shiver run down her spine. Indeed, his presence is… unsettling. There's something strange about this man… something that makes her heart unsure.“I didn't expect her to be kidnapped and put in a cage by a Marchetti.” He gives a grim smile — the kind that looks loving on the outside, but is full of resentment. Like the ones Emily used to give.Emily… did this man really capture Emily?“Why don't you put that gun down, boy?” Gioacchino makes a dismissive gesture with his hands, and Eleonor glares as they take the guns from Theodor's men.And even with guns pointed at him, Theodor

Giovanni is sitting in the living room, his fingers crossed over his knees. His eyes are staring at the floor, but his mind is much further away. The fear he has felt since he received the picture of Eleonor in the cage is still seared into his skin… And all he can think about is how everything is his fault.When did his choices lead to such crooked paths? When did it all start to go wrong? Perhaps from the very beginning, since his life was spawned from a sin. Even at that moment, Giovanni feels like a magnet for disaster… someone in pieces so sharp they hurt everyone who gets close.He should never have approached Eleonor.He should have let her go from the beginning…Why did he proceed with such a stupid revenge? Why did he cling to his pride, instead of accepting reality as it is?What's the point of continuing to fight against the tide, if all he can do is get tired, without moving from his place?I am exhausted… Giovanni thinks, as footsteps coming down the stairs catch his atte

“Why are you calling the family?” Giovanni asks as they enter the office, crossing his arms impatiently. As much as he tries to disguise it, his voice also sounds anxious.Gioacchino is looking around, as if observing every measly detail, walking over to the shelves, looking at the books, and finally stopping when he finds a bottle of scotch. With a smile, he picks up the bottle and begins to pour for himself.“Why are you in such a hurry? It's been, what, two years since we met?” Gioacchino fills his glass with at least two shots of scotch — and then turns quickly to his grandson, “I even thought you were hiding from me.”Giovanni throws himself on the couch, trying to shake off that distressing feeling, “Hiding from you? I'm just a busy man.”“But you had plenty of time to marry and take great care of your wife, whereas you ended up having children?” Gioacchino's tone is sarcastic, and brings heartburn to Giovanni's stomach.“This marriage was received as payment of debt, nothing mo

A day has passed since Eleonor was rescued, but the ghosts of that moment are still haunting her. It's as if the smell of blood is impregnated into her skin, and the loud noise of the gun being fired echoes inside her ears. The mind goes back to that scene like a broken record, an endless replay that no matter how much she screams and cries and begs for a different ending — it always comes back to the same place.Looking outside, the sun shining in the midst of a clear, typical spring sky, it doesn't even seem like Eleonor is still living the remnants of a nightmare. And perhaps because she's still in shock, she has refused to get out of bed. Her only company has been Lisette, Francesca, and the butler, Domenico.Giovanni has not come to visit.Of course, it couldn't be otherwise. Even though her hands gripped him tightly and the relief at seeing him made her hopeful, nothing changes the fact that the fight is as recent as the bloody kidnapping… May