Todos os capítulos de The Don's Secret Heir: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 94

Carmela POVThe antique grandfather clock in the corner of my private study chimed three times, its steady pendulum swinging behind stained glass. Outside, the Tuscan hills were blanketed in thick fog, hiding the silver olive trees in darkness. The estate was dead quiet, save for the rhythmic patter of cold rain against the tall arched windows, but inside my mind, every gear was turning with mechanical precision.I sat at my mahogany desk, staring at a burner phone resting beside a glass of undisturbed Chianti. Power in Tuscany was never maintained by brute force alone; it was preserved through forethought, leverage, and the cold willingness to cut away weak limbs before they rotted the tree. Marco thought he was playing a grand game of sacrifice. He truly believed his pathetic little deal with the federal prosecutor would earn him redemption. He was a fool. He had inherited his father’s soft heart and emotional blindness, leaving him entirely unprepared for the real

 POV: Marco The polished mahogany desk in the federal courthouse holding cell felt slick under my palms. Outside the heavy oak door, the quiet rumble of Florence’s legal district hummed through the stone walls, but inside, the air was dead and stagnant. Across the table, Agent Derek paced like a caged animal. He didn't look at me. His eyes were fixed on the screen of his ruggedized military-grade laptop, his fingers tapping an impatient rhythm against his thigh. He had the arrogant posture of a man who believed he had just put the final nail in the coffin of the Ricci dynasty. "Five minutes, Marco," Derek said, his voice dripping with triumphant satisfaction. "The judge is taking the bench. The prosecutor has the digital drive linked directly to the DOJ central server mirror. Every wiretap, every off-book transaction, every single bloody command you thought you buried in the cellar—it’s all about to be entered