Semua Bab BLOOD AND VOWS: Bab 1 - Bab 10

BLOOD AND VOWS --- CHAPTER ONE THE HIT “In this life, love doesn't kill you. Loyalty does.” - The wine glass tipped a second before the explosion. Emilia Romano didn’t hear the blast first—she felt it. A deep, gut-punch thud that rattled the floor and cracked the windows like bones snapping in a quiet room. Her father’s car. Gone. She didn’t scream. She stood there barefoot on the marble, wine dripping from her fingers, glass shattered around her feet. The air pulsed with heat from the hilltop, where smoke now curled into the twilight like a funeral veil. Rosa burst through the doors, face pale, phone shaking in her hand. “They got him. Emmy—he’s gone.” Emilia didn’t move. “Who?” But she already knew. --- The Romano estate turned into a fortress by sundown. Men armed to the teeth patrolled every corridor. Someone handed her a coat. Someone else poured her whiskey. Nobody met her eyes. They didn’t need to. The Don was dead. Marco Romano—her father, h

BLOOD AND VOWS --- CHAPTER THREE THE WEDDING “A vow made under pressure is still a chain.” --- Rain fell like gunfire on the church roof. The stained-glass windows cast blood-colored light across the pews. Men in suits filled every row—mafia kings, their soldiers, their ghosts. Nobody smiled. This wasn’t a wedding. It was a ceasefire dressed in silk. Emilia stood at the back of the aisle, veil covering half her face, spine straight. Rosa adjusted her train with trembling hands. “You don’t have to look happy,” Rosa whispered. “Just look lethal.” Emilia smirked. “That I can do.” The doors creaked open. The organ groaned to life. As she stepped forward, she could feel every eye on her. Not admiration—judgment. Calculations. Everyone in this room was weighing what her body, her loyalty, her blood was worth. Alessio waited at the altar in black-on-black. Shirt, tie, jacket—like he was already dressed for the funeral of whatever soul this marriage was supposed to save. His expr

BLOOD AND VOWS---CHAPTER FIVE RULES OF THE HOUSE“You can cage a lion, but you can’t stop it from remembering the hunt.”---Emilia woke before the sun.The room was still wrapped in shadows, the heavy curtains drawn tight. She lay still for a moment, listening. No footsteps. No voices. Just the faint hum of the security system and the echo of her heartbeat.Alessio’s chair was empty. He hadn’t come back after their quiet standoff the night before. That didn’t surprise her. He didn’t seem like the type to sleep much—or need to.She sat up slowly, her mind already ticking. New life. New territory. New rules.Time to learn them.---The estate’s east wing was off-limits.She’d heard it in the hallway whispers. She’d seen the locked doors. A whole section of the mansion sealed like a crime scene.So of course, that’s where she went first.The hallway was quiet. Guards stationed far enough away to be out of sight, but close enough to intervene if she pushed too hard.She tested a door.

BLOOD AND VOWS---CHAPTER NINEFIRST FIRE“Hate burns clean. Want burns longer.”---The first real fight didn’t happen during a strategy meeting, or a tense dinner, or some calculated standoff in the hallway.It happened in the armory.The room was below ground—metal-lined, low-lit, and silent as a crypt. Emilia wandered in unannounced, curious about the restricted sections Alessio had kept locked since her arrival.He was already there.Loading a Beretta, sleeves rolled to his forearms, focus narrowed like he was prepping for war.“Looking for something?” he asked without looking at her.“I thought this was my house too,” she said, crossing the threshold.He clicked the magazine into place. “It’s not a museum. You don’t walk in here uninvited.”“Yet here I am.”He finally looked at her.“I don’t like surprises.”“Good,” she said. “I’m full of them.”---She walked the aisles slowly, studying the layout. Rows of guns, knives, and crates. Labels in coded ink. Not for show—this was in

BLOOD AND VOWS---CHAPTER ELEVENENEMIES IN THE SHADOWS“The most dangerous war is the one no one admits they’re fighting.”---They started the performance that night.Alessio slammed a glass against the wall in front of his men. Emilia stormed out of the dining hall loud enough for the guards to hear her heels echo. No words were said in private, but the message they sent in public was clear:The marriage was breaking.And they made sure everyone who needed to know saw it.---Inside the bedroom, they didn’t speak, both deep in thought. She stood by the window. He leaned against the door.“Do you trust me to do this?” she asked quietly.“I trust you to finish what you start,” he said.“That’s not the same as trust.”“No,” he said. “It’s not.”She turned. “You’re good at this. Lies. Strategy.”His eyes met hers. “You are too.”It should’ve been a compliment. It felt like a warning.---Three days later, a package arrived at the Moretti estate.No return address. No fingerprints.In