Semua Bab The Mafia King Dies Every Time He Kisses Me: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Part 1 — Welcome to Venice“Every mask hides a face. Every face hides a secret. Tonight, even death wears a disguise.”⸻Venice, ItalyForty-eight hours later.The Gulfstream G700 sliced through the clouds before descending toward Marco Polo Private Airport.Below…Venice glittered beneath the moonlight.Hundreds of golden lights reflected across the canals like scattered diamonds.Luxury yachts floated beside centuries-old palazzos.Ancient churches stood beside five-star hotels.Tonight, however…Venice wasn’t celebrating a festival.It was hosting the most dangerous gathering in Europe.The Masquerade of Kings.An invitation-only gala attended by the rulers of the continent’s most powerful criminal empires.Kings.Queens.Politicians.Arms dealers.Bankers.Assassins.None of them came under their real names.Everyone wore a mask.Everyone hid a secret.⸻Inside the private jet…The atmosphere was silent.Alessio De Luca sat beside the panoramic window, dressed in a perfectly tailo

“The first rule of a masquerade is simple: never trust the person who knows your real name.”⸻The ballroom continued dancing.Yet for Alessio…Time had stopped.He had seen the face.Not someone who resembled him.Not another hallucination.Not another fragmented memory.It was Lucien.Alive.Watching.Waiting.⸻“Boss?”Nico’s voice cut through the silence.“What’s wrong?”⸻Alessio slowly closed the black envelope.His expression returned to its usual calm.“Nothing.”⸻Nico frowned.He had worked beside Alessio for eleven years.He knew every expression.Every pause.Every subtle movement.Something had happened.Something serious.But if Alessio wasn’t speaking…He wouldn’t ask in public.⸻Across the ballroom…The orchestra began another piece.This time…A faster waltz.Guests laughed.Crystal glasses clinked.Luxury and elegance returned.As if nothing unusual had happened.⸻Only one person noticed Seraphina’s trembling hands.An elderly woman wearing a sapphire-blue Venetian

The sniper pulled the trigger.The sound ripped through the midnight sky.Bang.For a fraction of a second…No one moved.Not the orchestra.Not the guests.Not even the wind.Then—Lucien saw it.A tiny flash reflecting from the distant rooftop.His instincts screamed before his mind could think.“Seraphina!”He lunged.The bullet that had been meant for her heart struck his shoulder instead.Thud.His body slammed into hers, forcing both of them onto the marble floor.Blood splashed across the pristine white fabric of Seraphina’s gown.The ballroom exploded into chaos.Women screamed.Glasses shattered.Bodyguards drew their weapons.The musicians abandoned their instruments.Someone shouted,“Sniper!”⸻Alessio didn’t move.Not immediately.He simply stared at the blood staining his wife’s dress.His expression emptied.The terrifying silence on his face frightened his own soldiers more than any scream ever could.Then his cold voice echoed across the ballroom.“Seal the estate.”E

“Power is not lost in battle.”It is lost the moment you begin doubting the people standing beside you.⸻The corridor outside the operating suite remained unnaturally still.Doctors whispered in hushed voices. Armed guards stood like statues, their fingers resting lightly on the triggers of imported assault rifles. Every window overlooking the gardens had been sealed with reinforced steel shutters. The De Luca Estate, once alive with music and celebration, now resembled a fortress preparing for a siege.Yet the greatest danger no longer waited beyond its gates.It had already crossed the threshold.Alessio stood beside the hospital bed, his gaze fixed on his younger brother.Lucien’s face had lost its usual color. The monitors beside him traced the fragile rhythm of his heartbeat, each electronic beep slicing through the silence.His words continued to echo inside Alessio’s mind.“The laser changed targets…”A professional sniper never changed targets.Not unless someone had ordered

“The most dangerous lies are not the ones your enemies tell……but the truths your family buries.”⸻The words echoed inside Seraphina’s mind.”…Your mother was murdered.”Her fingers instinctively curled into fists.“No.”The single word left her lips as little more than a whisper.“My mother died of a heart condition.”She had heard that story her entire life.Every birthday.Every anniversary.Every family gathering.Her father had never changed it.Never questioned it.Never allowed anyone else to.Adrian Moretti regarded her with quiet patience.He wasn’t trying to convince her.He knew the truth had already begun to unravel.“That is the story Giovanni Rossi wanted you to believe.”Seraphina’s breathing became uneven.“My father would never lie to me.”Adrian didn’t answer immediately.Instead, he reached into his coat and removed a worn leather envelope.Its edges had yellowed with age.The wax seal had long since broken.“I’ve carried this for twenty years.”He placed it gently