All Chapters of Twisted Loyalties : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The dining hall in the Vitale property had been turned into an interrogation room.Every member of the estate: maids, drivers, guards, gardeners, and even the damn chef, had been lined up randomly and forced to sit at the long table with their hands held out on the wood.They were all made to submit their phones and no one was allowed to communicate with each other. There was a heavy and suffocating silence broken only by the sharp click of Adrian’s shoes as he walked on the marble floor “Someone knew my schedule,” he said. His voice was quiet, but it cut through the room like a blade. “Someone knew I was supposed to be in that car.”No one moved or said anything. It was as if they were all afraid even to breathe. Knowing Adrian, they knew not to compose themselves to not be in danger of being shot dead even if innocent.He didn’t raise his voice; he didn’t need to. His presence and demeanor alone were enough to instill fear in them.Adrian stopped behind the chair of the head mecha

“My deepest condolences, Don Vitale. Your father was a pillar of this community," said Governor Ricci to Adrian, stretching his hand out for a handshake and a politician’s smile plastered on his face.The church service for the burial of Viktor Vitale was brief and solemn. No tears or overdragged eulogies; just the cold efficiency of a mafia sendoff. The real business happened afterward at the Vitale estate, where crystal glasses clinked and alliances were tested under the guise of paying respects.Now, the reception hall was full of men in black designer suits, expensive perfume, and silent posturing.Adrian stood near the grand fireplace, his black suit blending with the shadows. The room was packed with every significant name in Italian organized crime. It was the gathering of who's who of power brokers.Adrian accepted the handshake, his grip was just tight enough to remind the governor who really controlled the city. "We appreciate your presence."The governor lowered his voice

Dmitri's fingers traced the raised scar along Rhea's chest, his calloused skin catching slightly on the uneven flesh. The soft rustle of the sheets was the only sound in the dimly lit room, a quiet contrast to the storm of thoughts swirling in Rhea’s mind.“Missed you, davushka,” Dmitri murmured with a husky voice. “Two days of your absence felt longer.”Rhea smiled, her lips curving softly as she turned toward him, her face relaxing in the warmth of his presence. “I missed you too,” she replied in a genuine voice.Leaning in, she pressed a soft kiss to his chest.She had spent two days away from Milan, away from Dmitri’s world, her new world. She went to visit Pietro to ensure her savior was alright. He was forever going to remain a part of her life, no matter how far or how high she went.Pietro’s concerned eyes never left her as she sat beside him on the front porch just like old times, the small cottage by the river a far cry from the lavish spaces of Dmitri’s mansion. “You rea

“Welcome, Signora Sofia,” the store manager greeted with a practiced smile, recognizing her instantly. “Mr. Volkov called ahead and said to give you anything you need.”Of course, he did.The midday sun was high over Milan when Rhea stepped out of the black SUV, the tinted windows gleaming as the driver held the door open. A pair of Dmitri’s guards flanked her silently, dressed in sleek dark suits and earpieces. They drew attention, but she didn’t care.This morning wasn’t about business. It wasn’t about secrets or lies or fragmented memories either.It was for her and the tiny life growing inside her.She had been putting off shopping for a while, but after tossing and turning in bed all night thinking about the meeting she and Dmitri would have with the Vitales, the people who could probably connect her to her past, she decided to take her mind off things by spoiling herself The designer district buzzed with life. All the luxury designer brands from Prada to Gucci, to Versace, Lou

Holed up inside her room for hours, reminiscing on her past, the moment of raw pain slowly began to harden into a strong resolve.She had survived death, she had lived without her memories and her name, all these while being pregnant. But that was all over now.They would all pay. Dante Moretti Viktor Vitale….that old son of a bitch who pulled the trigger on her. Luca Vitale And most especially Adrian. No one who had a hand in her near-death experience would be sparedBut first, she needed to move smart. No impulsive reactions. She would not let her emotions get ahead of her strategy. Not now It was a good thing her first instinct when she saw Adrian at the Cartier store was to hide because she was going to return with a bang! Everyone assumed her dead, so she was going to work and grow in anonymity. For now, only she would know Rhea Moretti was still alive. ‘Sofia’ was going to do the work needed until Rhea Moretti was ready to deal with her enemies.She wiped her face with