All Chapters of His Queen,Their War: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I stared at the telephone as if it were a wild animal.Matteo leaned against the wall, arms crossed, the ghost of a smirk on his lips like he was waiting for me to embarrass myself. “Go on,” he said, nodding to me. “It won’t bite.”“I hate this,” I muttered under my breath before pressing the telephone to my ear.“Hello?”“Alessia!” came my mother’s unmistakable, dramatic voice through the line. Loud enough that Matteo raised an eyebrow. Damn it! Why didn't Dad answer?I froze my heart thumping. “M-Mamma?”“Oh, tesoro mio! Finally, you answered! I have been calling and calling,why are you doing this?,why are you making me worry like this?” she exclaimed, her tone scolding yet dripping with affection.I swallowed a laugh. “I’m fine, Mom, I swear. You’re acting like I purposely snobbed you.”“I am acting like that because you did!” she fired back instantly. “How are you doing there? Are you eating? Sleeping? Studying? You haven’t gone to any of those wild parties again, have you?”I b

Salvatore’s POV Flashback The club was heaving with people that night. I remember the way the lights flickered over the poker table,the smell of whiskey, the laughter that always came before a fall, I remembered it all. Men called my name with respect then. Don Salvatore Vitale. The one who never lost. The one who ruled the game, the streets, the bloodline,the one whose name made people quiver.But that night, my arrogance played its hand, and I had no idea how I fell.Lorenzo sat across from me, leaning back with that sly smirk of his. The room belonged to us. The underbosses, the soldiers, the women, they all gathered round.He raised his glass and said, “Let’s make it interesting, brother. The winner takes the title.”I should’ve walked away as I always did whenever the situation wasn't interesting. But I didn’t, I was under the influence of alcohol,due to the break up between me and Alessia that day,Lorenzo had taken this golden opportunity into his hands!I nodded, lips curling.

The moment I bumped into her, my whole body went still…Of all the people to meet on my first day, her? Francesca Rossi,the last person I wanted to see, the girl who had despised me secretly and also stole the man I once loved.But this wasn’t the time to panic. Not when I had a new name, a new face, a whole new life. Alessia De Santis was gone. Vittoria Moretti had taken her place, and she didn’t flinch.I stood up and took a step back, fixing the strap of my bag, keeping my head down. I could feel her sharp gaze pierce right through me. Her perfume, which was a nauseating mix of vanilla and arrogance, filled the air. God, that scent. It dragged me straight back to those glittering nights at the Rossi villa, where all her laughter was fake.“I—” I steadied my tone. “You should really watch where you’re going.”Her perfectly shaped brows shot up. Around her, her little minions gasped as though I’d just insulted the Pope. Pathetic bitches!I brushed past her shoulder, intending to le

Days passed, and school had started to settle into a rhythm. Surprisingly, everything was going smoothly…smoother than I’d expected, actually. My classmates were… polite enough, some even trying to get closer, but I wasn’t interested in friends who only wanted to admire the “new me.” I had bigger things on my mind. Bigger things than gossip, whispers, and shallow smiles.The hallways still felt massive, filled with chatter and laughter, but I had learned how to navigate them. Gracefully and quietly, and most importantly, without tripping over the mess of people who didn’t matter.Francesca? She had completely disappeared. Not a trace, not a whispered insult, nothing. Almost suspiciously so. I didn’t dwell on it, if she wanted to avoid me, that was her choice. I had better things to do than waste energy on someone who had already been reduced to a ghost in my life.It was a warm afternoon, the sun casting gentle shadows across the school courtyard. I had escaped to the quieter end of

I stood up slowly, brushing bits of grass from my clothes and trying to steady my breathing. My heart still hammered like it hadn’t gotten the message that the danger was over. I looked around quickly, no more men in black suits, no more deadly glares, just the open field, the wind, and my very obvious panic.I turned to the glass window nearby and groaned out loud the second I caught my reflection. “Brava, genius,” I muttered, pushing a loose strand of blonde behind my ear. “You literally changed your entire look and forgot about it.”The girl staring back at me didn’t even look like Alessia De Santis anymore. She looked sharper, fiercer. The straight blonde hair with bangs, the ink trailing softly along her skin, even the glint in her eyes, that wasn’t the old me. So why on earth was I acting like her? Why did I run?I sighed while I shook my head, and decided to move before my luck ran out. I walked toward another part of the field. It was quieter and emptier then I quickly pulled