All Chapters of The Don's Ruthless Empire: Chapter 361 - Chapter 370

POV: Matteo (Male Lead)"You have no right to interrupt this," Nico said, and I realized, standing in that doorway, that my own son had learned to speak to me the way I once spoke to my father.I had gone to the guest room above the stables to check on Valentina myself, unwilling to leave her safety entirely in Nico's hands while a dead man's name was still spreading fear through my house. The corridor smelled of hay and lamp oil, and my boots were loud against the old wooden floor in a way that made stealth impossible even if I had wanted it. I found the door already open, Nico seated across from Valentina, both of them too deep in conversation to hear me arrive until I was already standing in the frame."I am not interrupting to command you," I said, raising a hand before Nico could say anything further. "I am here because I am your father, and because whatever she is about to tell you, I would rather hear it standing beside you than learn it secondhand tomorrow, filtered through ev

POV: Matteo (Male Lead)"Matteo, you need to see this," Salvatore called, his voice tight in a way I had rarely heard from him even during the worst of the old conspiracy.We found him in the stable exactly where Enzo's message had directed us, kneeling beside a loose floorboard near the far stall, a small wooden box open on the straw in front of him, dust catching in the thin morning light slanting through the high windows. Isabella arrived beside me, and Nico only seconds later, his face pale, Valentina close behind him despite the danger everyone kept insisting she should avoid until we understood more."What is this," I asked, crouching beside Salvatore to examine the box's contents, the smell of old paper and cedar rising up from inside it."Letters," Salvatore said grimly. "Hidden here for years, judging by the dust. Someone has been recording Nico's life since he was a boy. His first horse. His first fight. The day his father died. Every detail, written with a patience that tur

POV: Matteo (Male Lead)"I know this man," Salvatore said, and thirty years of carefully buried guilt rose visibly up his throat all at once, choking the words as they left him.Enzo had brought him the sketch an hour after Rosa named the chapel, a rough likeness drawn from Isabella's description of the gloved stranger, and I watched Salvatore's face change the moment he saw the line of the man's jaw, as though the memory had struck him harder than any blow he had ever taken in this family's service. His hands trembled slightly as he set the paper down on the desk between us."Tell me," I said, watching him with the wary attention I had learned not to withhold from anyone who once served against my father, though something in me already trusted the honesty forming in his eyes."His name was Alaric," Salvatore said slowly. "At least, that is the name he gave when he first approached me, back when I still believed loyalty meant obedience rather than honesty. He offered me a choice once.

POV: Matteo (Male Lead)"He is not working for the consortium," Enzo said, bursting into the study with a stack of papers clutched against his chest. "He never was."I had been waiting anxiously since Isabella and Rosa left for the chapel, the silence in the house stretched thin with a fear I had not managed to steady since Salvatore rode out after them, my eyes returning again and again to the dark window as though it might tell me something the walls could not. When Enzo's discovery arrived, it landed like a second earthquake on top of the first. He spread the papers across the desk between us, his hands still trembling from whatever he had uncovered in the archive."Then who does he work for," I asked, leaning over the pages."No one," Enzo said. "That is precisely the point. These records show payments moving in and out of the consortium's accounts for years, always routed through intermediaries, always disguised as shipping fees. But the final destination of every single payment

POV: Matteo (Male Lead)"Dante," Enzo said, and the single word emptied every ounce of relief from the room in an instant, the way a candle gutters out in a sudden draft.I felt Isabella go rigid beside me, her hand tightening around mine hard enough that I felt it in my own bones. Dante's fate had been settled, or so we had believed, his ambitions buried alongside the conspiracy that once nearly destroyed everything we had built together with such difficulty. To hear his name again, connected to a trust neither of us had known existed until tonight, felt like watching a grave open on its own, slowly, without anyone touching the earth."That is not possible," Isabella said, her voice tight with a fear I had not heard from her since the days before our wedding. "Dante is finished. Whatever remained of his ambition, it ended the moment the original conspiracy collapsed around him.""I thought so too," Enzo said grimly. "But the guest registry lists a man who signed in under an assumed n