Todos os capítulos de The Don's Secret Heir: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Valentina POVThe echoes of the shot died in the cold air, replaced by an agonizing, absolute silence.For two terrifying seconds, my world stopped spinning. Smoke hung thick between the iron girders. On the floor of the observation room, a heavy shape groaned, the metallic scent of fresh blood cutting sharply through the smell of rust and oil."Mommy!"Matteo’s small, frantic scream pierced the haze. He was alive—unharmed, trembling against the cold base of the steel desk where Marco had shielded him.Because Marco had thrown his broad frame directly over our son, crouching low to cover him completely, the bullet hadn't hit his front shoulder. It had caught him across the meat of his upper back, tearing through his dark coat near the

Valentina POVThe darkness was total, thick as pitch and heavy as lead.The heavy THUD of the steel lockbar settling into place outside echoed off the corrugated metal walls, ringing in my ears like a death knell. In the pitch black, the only sound was Matteo’s sharp, terrified gasp as he buried his face into the neck of my jacket, his tiny arms strangling me in a desperate grip."Mommy! Mommy, it dark! I no like it!""I've got you, baby. I've got you, shh," I whispered frantically, my hands trembling as I held him tight against my ribs. "Marco... Marco, what was that?"A small, amber beam of light cut through the gloom. Marco had clicked on his tactical f

Marco POVThe heavy rain tasted like copper and pine needles as I hit the mud, rolling into the cover of a rotting oak tree.My shoulder was an inferno of fire, every stitch torn open, my blood washing away into the dark earth. Ahead of me in the ravine, the shadows were moving—fast, lethal, and silent.I raised my sidearm, aiming at the lead silhouette cutting through the brush. "Clear out, Sofia! I’ve got your tail!"The figure didn't flinch. He didn't take cover. He stepped directly into the open beam of my tactical light, raising a hand—not to shoot, but to signal a hold.It was Vance. The commander of my family’s house guard for a few decades."Stand down, Marco," Vance&rsq

Renzo POVThe rain poured in relentless sheets over the deserted industrial docks, turning the cracked asphalt into black, shimmering glass. Overhead, a single unshielded bulb hummed against the corrugated steel entrance of Warehouse 9, casting long, fractured shadows across the rusted shipping containers.I stood by the driver's side door of my sedan, my hand buried deep in my coat pocket, fingers wrapped tight around the cold grip of my sidearm. My palm was slick with sweat despite the freezing dampness. Every nerve in my body was firing, a knot of pure panic tightening in my gut. Carmela Ricci’s voice from the ballroom was still echoing in my head like a death sentence: Does Draghi know how deeply invested his star operative has become in his subject?A shadow separated itself from the darkness near the access alley. Tall, precise posture, tailored dark trench coat—Draghi, my handler, stepping into the dim fringe of yellow light. He didn't carry an umbrella. A man in his position p

Marco POVThe heavy iron key turned softly in the brass lock of the eastern wing's study, the quiet click lost beneath the violent rumble of thunder outside.I stood in the center of the dark bedroom, my chest bare, a tight linen bandage wrapped securely around my torn shoulder. The pain was a white-hot knife digging into my collarbone every time I breathed, but I shoved it down, locking it away behind a wall of pure, unadulterated cold rage.Vance pushed the heavy mahogany door open, stepping into the room with a silver tray bearing a single glass of water. His tailored jacket was unbuttoned, revealing the leather shoulder holster underneath."Donna Carmela asked if you’ve reconsidered," Vance said smoothly, his posture relaxed, confident. "The dawn deadline is non-negotiable, Marco. Sign the renunciation, or the Greco girl dies.""You've served my mother for fifteen years, Vance," I said quietly, walking slowly toward the rain-splattered balcony doors, keeping my back to him. "You wa