جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 110

Mariella’s POVI noticed all the staff acting weird as I walked down the stairs. They were all avoiding eye contact with me. Some would greet me and then scurry away. “Strange,” I muttered, tilting my head as I tried to figure out why. I went to the kitchen and took some orange juice from the fridge. Despite the fact that Luciano and I didn't talk last night, I felt rather refreshed this morning. Most likely because I slept really well last night, thanks to the rain that fell. I poured myself a glass of orange juice and was drinking it when a notification alert hit my phone. I paused, dropping the almost empty glass down on the marble surface of the kitchen island. I was terrified of notifications these days. So, taking a deep breath, I opened my phone and saw a message, a video file from an unknown number. I hadn't even opened it yet, and I felt my heart rate spike. Something told me not to open it. And yet again, my curiosity wouldn't let me follow my better judgment. I tapped

Mariella’s POVAs I walked upstairs, I heard his footsteps trail behind me. I really didn't want to talk to him, not in the mood I currently was. I knew I would snap and redirect my anger at Sophia towards him instead. And I didn't want that. The doors hadn’t fully closed before I turned. He walked in after me. And since it had come to this, I just let him have it.“What the hell was that?” I asked. He didn't respond immediately. He just stood there, looking at me. I could tell he was choosing his words. My mood was fragile, and he knew it. I watched him stand there for almost thirty seconds, and I was starting to feel irritated.“Well?” I pressed.“I didn't know she would come here,” he finally said. Like that was supposed to be a satisfactory answer. “Well, duh,” I snapped. He didn't react or respond. He was trying to read me. Did he think we were playing some chess game of words?“No one just walks into the De Luca mansion,” I continued. “She had the guts to do this because of y

Luciano’s POVDespite my calm exterior, I was seething inside with rage. The silence in the car was just as tense as the one in the meeting. No one spoke. Not Dante. Not Jose. And of course, not the driver.And it was great that they didn't because I wasn't in the mood for talking either. The city blurred past the window, lights streaking across the glass in long lines. London looked the same as always. Just as calm as ever. You’d never guess a war had just started in a room ten minutes away. I adjusted slightly in my seat, the movement pulling at the bandage beneath my shirt. The wound burned, not sharp like yesterday, but deep and annoying. Just like everything else right now.“They showed their hands,” Dante finally said. I didn’t look at him before responding.“All they showed was fear and disloyalty.”“That wasn’t fear,” Jose muttered from the front. “They seemed pretty confident to me.”“If that's the case, then they’re more stupid than I thought,” I smirked faintly. And Dante

Mariella's POVThere was a moment of silence as we both stared at each other. His eyes looked softer than usual tonight. And as our eye contact lingered on, I didn't know whether to speak first or whether to let him speak. “You’re hurt.”The words left my mouth before I could stop them.His gaze flickered briefly before settling back into something neutral.“It’s nothing,” he said.I almost smiled but forced myself not to. Of course, it was nothing. Even if the whole planet were to blow up and the two of us were left floating in space, he'd still say it was nothing. He felt distant. But could I blame him? I was the one who kept pushing him away. Then, taking a deep breath, I walked closer to him, ignoring the way Dante and Jose quietly stepped back, giving us space.“Let me see,” I said. “I said it’s nothing, Mariella.” He said, his voice a little hostile. I stopped a few steps away from him, folding my arms slightly.“Right,” I said. “Because getting blown up at your own gates is

Luciano’s POVAs soon as the second explosion rocked the building, Mariella dashed up the stairs. For someone who refused to go upstairs when I tried to tell her to, she sure changed her mind fast. I gripped my gun tighter, and my eyes darted around when I suddenly heard one of my men shout.“Sir, the east wing is compromised!”Shit. This was getting a lot worse than I thought it would be. Marcello was really going all out against me. The man didn't even care that his grandkids live in the same house he's tossing bombs at.“You and the others hurry over there. Kill everyone in sight!”“Roger that, sir!”----I moved through the mansion, my hand gripping my gun tightly. The men followed behind me. I could barely breathe or see properly with the amount of dust hanging in the air. We moved fast. Any wasted second could mean another explosion.“Seal the east wing!” I barked. “And shoot anyone who resists.”“Yes, boss!”Boots thundered across the marble floors as my men scrambled to rep