Isabella paced the grand room of Vittorio’s mansion, the dim light of the chandeliers casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. Her mind was a storm of ambition, fury, and frustration. Every plan she had spent years crafting, every calculated move she had made to claim power within the Vittorio Mafia Clan, felt suddenly fragile—precarious.Vincenzo stood silently in the corner, arms crossed, watching her, his expression a mixture of concern and quiet resignation. He had tried to warn her, to show her that some battles weren’t worth fighting alone, but Isabella was deaf to reason. She had always been stronger than anyone thought, and she wasn’t about to give in to fear—not now, not ever.“I’ve built everything for this,” Isabella said, her voice shaking but firm. “Every ally, every connection… every move I’ve made. If I fail now, everything I’ve worked for disappears. I can’t just run, Vincenzo. I refuse to be a fugitive.”Vincenzo’s gaze softened, his voice low and steady
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