All Chapters of The Widow’s Blood Debt: Chapter 41

CHAPTER FORTY-ONEPOV: Julian Vane-MorettiThe passage of time in the Moretti-Vane empire wasn't measured by the changing of seasons, but by the accumulation of data. Twenty years had passed since the snows of Moscow and the fires of Hong Kong. The city had grown taller, its skyline a jagged crown of glass and steel that glowed with a restless, electric energy. I stood in the solarium of our hilltop estate, the glass walls offering a panoramic view of the world we had conquered, refined, and ultimately, redefined.I was no longer the young man in the charcoal suit, trembling in a basement. My hair was touched with silver at the temples, and the lines around my eyes were a map of every calculated risk I had ever taken. But my mind was sharper than it had ever been. The "Blood Audit" was no longer just a program on a server; it was a living, breathing nervous system that monitored every transaction, every heartbeat, and every whisper in the city.Beside me, Dante sat in a heavy leather