Todos los capítulos de The Don's Secret Heir: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Valentina POV"He's an arms dealer's banker, Valentina. He doesn't want elegance; he wants to look untouchable."Marco adjusted the dark wool jacket draped over his arm, standing in the center of the Villa Spada study. Rain tapped softly against the tall glass windows, but inside, the atmosphere was charged with a sudden, sharp momentum."Every man wants to look elegant, Marco, whether he’s holding a ledger or a gun," I replied, smoothing out a fresh roll of drafting paper on the long oak desk. I picked up a piece of tailor's chalk, my fingers steady. "A poorly cut shoulders-line makes even the most dangerous man look small. Leave the silhouette to me."Sofia stepped into the room, snapping her laptop screen shut with a crisp click."The contact is confirmed," Sofia said, looking between us. "His name is Signor Bernardo Moretti. He manages off-the-books liquidity for three major syndicates across the Adriatic. He needs four bespoke cashmere-and-silk su

Valentina POVThe heavy iron door groaned on its ancient hinges, the damp cellar air rushing out to meet us with the smell of wet stone, old wine, and cold iron.Marco went low, his body positioned in front of mine, the barrel of his sidearm steady as his eyes cut through the shadows of the doorway. Luca was already flanking from the right, a heavy tactical flashlight clipped beneath his gun, casting a harsh beam of white light across the threshold."Hands where I can see them," Marco growled, his voice a low, lethal vibration in the tight corridor. "Move an inch and I put a hole in you."The silhouette huddled against the wet stone wall flinched. As Luca swept the light upward, a boy no older than eighteen collapsed onto his knees, his hands trembling as he held them high above his dark, soa

Valentina POV"Let me see that, Matteo..." I whispered, my voice trembling as my hand reached out for the silver clasp. "Right now."Matteo slid the heavy bundle across the oak table, wiping his dusty hands on his trousers. "It was under the loose wood upstairs," he mumbled softly, looking up at us with wide eyes. "Where the dust is real thick."Marco stepped up beside me, his thumb brushing over the cracked, unmarked leather spine. There was no name, no initials, no title—just worn brown hide caked in decades of attic soot.He reached down, using the tip of his pocketknife to pry open the tarnished silver latch. The lock gave way with a faint, brittle snap.

Valentina POVThe ledger didn't just show a loss; it read like an obituary.I sat at the long oak cutting table, surrounded by stacks of returned invoices, canceled contracts, and formal letters of termination from distributors who had praised my work only a week ago. The parchment felt heavy, rough, and toxic under my trembling fingers."Every single one," I said, my voice barely a whisper against the suffocating silence of the room. "The boutiques in Milan, the shadow brokers in Florence, the private tailors in Turin... they all canceled within three hours of each other. They didn't even bother to negotiate."Across from me, Marco paced the length of the room like a caged animal. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, his dark hair disheveled, the tension in his broad shoulders so thick it made the air in the study feel thin and poisonous. Every few steps, his heavy boots dug into the floorboards as if he were trying to grind Carmela’s ghost into the dust.

Valentina POVI yanked his shirt open, popping two buttons, needing the hard heat of his bare chest against my skin to burn away the icy ghost of Carmela’s voice. His mouth crashed onto mine—hungry, bruising, all teeth and tongue. I moaned into the kiss, the sound wet and desperate, and opened wider for him.“Tell me you want this,” he growled against my lips, voice raw. “Tell me you want me to take you apart.”“I want it,” I gasped. “I want you rough. I want you to own me. Don’t hold back.”A dark, possessive sound rumbled in his chest. He shoved the robe fully off my shoulders so it pooled around my hips on the desk. His hands cupped my breasts, thumbs scraping over my tight nipples before he bent and sucked one hard into his mouth. I cried out, back arching, fingers twisting in his hair as he bit down just enough to sting, then soothed the mark with his tongue. He switched to the other bre