Lahat ng Kabanata ng Crowned In Betrayal (The Santoro Family 1): Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

LAUREN I finally found something found clue on the second painting. The first painting should the location which was the docks. After searching all around, we had no idea what the clue about the docks meant until the second painting. The second clue made everything clear. The docks weren’t just a location, it was starting point. A map. A direction. I stared at the second painting, my fingers tracing the delicate brushstrokes as I stood in Enzo's study. Unlike the first, which depicted a quiet, moonlit dock, this one was stormy. Dark waves crashing against jagged rocks, a lighthouse barely visible in the distance. But it wasn’t the storm that caught my attention. It was the pattern in the water. At first glance, the waves seemed chaotic, but when I looked closer, I noticed something strange. The swirls of paint weren’t random. They formed something. A shape. Letters. “Oh my god,” I breathed unable to hide my happiness as I realized I had figured the second clue. Just while I

ENZO“What the hell do you mean that Lauren was almost taken?” I asked shouting as I stood in front of Leonardo. “What was she even doing at the hospital?” Leonardo shrugged his shoulders. “ I told her to leave but she is one stubborn hell of a woman. She wouldn't listen to me.” I exhaled sharply feeling the worst kind of feeling. I wanted to go to the Riccardi family and wipe them all out showing them that it was a f**king mistake to touch Lauren. “ No, boss. I know what you are thinking but you can't. If you charge in to have a confrontation with the Riccardi family, the other families will blame you.” Leonardo said making my eyes narrow. I didn't give a f**k about the other families. “Besides, most of our men are in the hospital recuperating. We all need time to heal boss.” Leonardo added. “ Stop telling me what to do and send more men to the hospital. Make sure the entire place is surrounded with our people.” I said walking past him. “ Yes, boss.” Stepping out into the ha

LAUREN I froze as the words hit me like a lightning bolt. Enzo was searching for Marcello’s daughters. My heart pounded so hard it drowned out everything else. Why? What had triggered this? Had Don Alonzo said something?Then I saw them. One of Enzo's men striding in with Barbara. A cold wave of panic crashed over me. I couldn’t be seen. I had to vanish.Keeping my voice barely above a whisper, I clutched the phone tighter, my eyes never leaving the door as I called Jake. “We have a problem, Jake. Enzo knows about Marcello’s daughters.”“Marcello's daughters? Has your identity been discovered yet?” Jake asked making me shake my head. “ No. Not yet but it won't be long. We have to do something. If he starts investigating, he can find out about me and Taylor.” I said desperate. “We need to move fast,” Jake murmured, his voice tense. “If Enzo digs too deep, it’s over.”I swallowed hard, my pulse racing. It felt like the walls were closing in. The possibility of Enzo discovering my id

It had been five months since I burned the paintings. All of them. The ones Enzo had trusted me with. I thought destroying them would set me free. Free from him, free from the weight of my father’s troubled past with the Santoro family. But I wasn't free. Instead, I found myself deeper in a web of trouble than I ever thought possible. The ship that was supposed to smuggle me out of the country, the one I had carefully arranged, had been overtaken by the Iron Hand Cartel. Miguel Mendez, the leader of the cartel, had seized control. He took the ship, and most of the passengers, too. People who I had made friends with had died. Only a few of us had survived. “ Wake up!” A voice said piercing through my sleep. Suddenly, cold water drenched me from nowhere making me open my eyes. “I said wake up!” I coughed, sputtering as the water dripped down my face, but it wasn’t enough to clear the haze of confusion lingering in my mind. My muscles screamed as I pushed myself to my feet, every join

ENZOI sat down drowning a whole bottle of alcohol but it did not make me drunk. It did nothing. I was furious. Angry and furious that I had ran into Lauren. I wish I didn't. For five months I had spent a lot of time thinking about what I would do when I saw her again. Now I had seen her and she was working for Miguel. As a maid. My hands clenched as I watched her full our cups. It was her job. After five months, she had lost weight but she was still beautiful. She must have spent a lot of time trying to hide from me. “Mr. Santoro, I hope everything is to your liking.” Miguel asked. I knew he was talking about the food but all my focus was on Lauren. She didn't lift her gaze from the table even once. After she was done, she walked out of the disappearing like a good, obedient girl. She was never that way with me. “Stop trying to sweet-talk me, Miguel. I came because of this.” I said sliding across a few pictures to him. Miguel stared at the pictures, his eyes narrowing as I stoo