Lahat ng Kabanata ng BLOOD TIE AND BROKEN VOWS : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 6

The Moretti estate never slept. Even in the silence of midnight, when the chandeliers burned low and the marble corridors stretched endless as cathedrals, the house throbbed with shadows and secrets. Guards paced the hallways with guns tucked beneath their jackets. Doors that should have been locked stood ajar. Somewhere, always, someone was watching. Adriana Rossi hadn’t meant to wander. The party downstairs was loud with champagne laughter and the clink of glasses, her father’s allies toasting another profitable shipment that would slip past customs unnoticed. But the noise had pressed on her temples until she excused herself, slipping away from the crowd in search of quiet. Now she drifted through corridors gilded with gold leaf, where every portrait seemed to glare down at her with cold judgment. Her heels clicked softly against the marble, each sound echoing louder than she liked. She told herself she wasn’t lost—she never got lost—but she had stepped into a wing of the house u

The Rossi dining hall was built to impress. A long mahogany table stretched nearly the length of the room, polished to a mirror shine. Crystal chandeliers cast golden light over silver platters, bowls of fresh fruit, and steaming cups of espresso. To any outsider, it might have looked like the perfect family breakfast.Adriana knew better.Her father sat at the head of the table, reading through a leather-bound ledger while two of his lieutenants waited nearby. Marco, already loud with morning arrogance, tore into a plate of prosciutto and eggs while gesturing animatedly at Sofia, their younger sister. At eighteen, Sofia still carried the softness of youth, her laughter light and unscarred by mafia politics.Adriana sipped her coffee slowly, watching them all with the distance she always felt in this room.“Marco,” Don Enzo said without looking up from his ledger, “you’ll attend the meeting in Naples tomorrow. The Ferraris are restless, and I don’t trust their loyalties.”Marco grinne

The Rossi villa was never truly quiet. Even at night, the echo of footsteps, the hum of whispered deals, and the distant thrum of engines carried through its marble halls. Yet Adriana sat awake in her bed, staring at the ceiling, drowning in silence.Sleep had abandoned her. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw his face. Damian. The shadow in the corridor, the smirk that cut like a blade, the way he had looked at her—as if she were not Don Rossi’s daughter, not a pawn in a bloody game, but something more.She hated herself for it. She hated the way her pulse quickened at the memory of his voice. He was her enemy. Her father’s enemy. He was death wrapped in silk and steel. And still, she could not stop thinking of him.A knock rattled her door. She sat up quickly, clutching her robe around her shoulders.“Adriana?”It was Sofia. Her younger sister slipped in, her nightgown trailing behind her like a whisper. She perched on the edge of the bed, her wide eyes searching Adriana’s face.