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Chapter 181: The Man Who Opened the DoorValentino did not shout.He did not throw anything.He did not rage.That was the terrifying part.He stood in the warehouse, staring at the broken crib, the echo of his own gunshots still fading into the metal walls.Luca approached carefully.“She’s alive. The timestamp was real.”Valentino nodded once.“Trace the signal.”“We’re trying.”“Try harder.”His voice was calm.Too calm.Back at the estate, Aria refused to sit.She paced the nursery floor, staring at the empty crib like it might give her answers.Something felt wrong.Not just the kidnapping.The way it happened.No broken locks.No alarms triggered.Seven seconds of darkness.Seven seconds.Her eyes moved slowly toward the hallway camera mounted near the ceiling.Seven seconds meant someone knew the system.Someone inside.Her stomach turned.In the security room, Luca replayed the footage again.“There,” one of the tech men said.“What?”“Zoom in.”The screen sharpened.Just befo

Chapter 183: The Crown That TiltedThe news spread before sunrise.In their world, nothing stayed secret.Not power shifts. Not blood spilled. Not weakness.Especially not weakness.By morning, every major family knew two things:Valentino Romano had surrendered. And his wife had pulled the trigger.At the long marble table in the east wing of the estate, Luca stood stiffly as five men entered the room one by one.The Council.Old money. Older grudges.They didn’t bow.They didn’t smile.They took their seats.Valentino walked in last.Calm. Immaculate. Unreadable.But inside?Something had changed.He had felt it when he lowered his weapon.Felt it when he realized he would rather kneel than bury his child.Power no longer tasted the same.“Word is,” one of the older men began, folding his hands over a diamond-encrusted cane, “you offered yourself in exchange for leverage.”Valentino didn’t sit.“Yes.”Silence rippled.“You would have surrendered control of operations.”“Yes.”Murmur

Chapter 185: When Queens Don’t CurtsyAria didn’t tell Valentino.She didn’t tell Luca.She didn’t leave a note.She simply got into the car at 10:42 a.m. and told the driver one address.The Vieri Tower.If Alessandra wanted to test her place in this world—Aria would answer.The building was glass and steel.Cold. Modern. Untouchable.Very different from Valentino’s empire, built in stone and history.This one felt sharp.Calculated.Aria stepped out of the car wearing black.Not for mourning.For clarity.Inside, the receptionist froze when she gave her name.“She’s expecting me,” Aria said calmly.And somehow—She was.Alessandra stood in her office overlooking the city.No red dress this time.White silk. Minimal jewelry. Hair pulled back.She didn’t turn when Aria entered.“You’re either brave,” Alessandra said smoothly, “or reckless.”Aria closed the door behind her.“Sometimes they look the same.”Now Alessandra turned.Her gaze traveled slowly over Aria.Assessing.Measuring.

Chapter 187: The Enemy Beside the ThroneCouncilman DeLuca lasted fourteen minutes.Not because Valentino rushed the interrogation.But because men like DeLuca were never built for real pressure.By the twelfth minute he was sweating.By the fourteenth minute—He was talking.The basement of the estate was quiet.Cold concrete.One chair bolted to the floor.DeLuca sat in it, shaking.Across from him, Luca leaned against the wall while two guards watched silently.Valentino stood in the shadows.Not touching him.Not threatening him.Just watching.And that alone was worse.“Please…” DeLuca whispered.“You don’t understand.”Valentino stepped forward slowly.“I understand perfectly.”DeLuca swallowed hard.“They said you were distracted.”“Who did?”Silence.Valentino tilted his head slightly.“You opened my gate.”“Yes,” DeLuca choked out. “But I never thought they would send her!”“Who,” Valentino repeated calmly, “is they?”DeLuca’s eyes darted toward the door.Fear flooding his fa

Chapter 189: Blood at the GalaThe Grand Aurelia Hotel glittered like a palace that night.Crystal chandeliers hung from high ceilings, casting golden light over hundreds of guests. Politicians, financiers, social elites, and powerful figures from across the city gathered in elegant gowns and tailored suits.To them, it was just another charity gala.To Valentino Romano—It was a battlefield.He stepped out of the black car, adjusting the cuff of his suit as flashes from cameras lit up the entrance. Luca walked beside him, eyes scanning every movement in the crowd.“You sure about this?” Luca muttered under his breath.Valentino didn’t slow his pace.“They’re expecting me to hide.”Inside, the ballroom hummed with conversation and music. Glasses clinked. Laughter echoed.But beneath the luxury was tension.Enemies stood only feet away.Council members watched him from across the room, their expressions carefully neutral.Marco Ricci stood among them.The man raised his glass slightly