Todos los capítulos de The Don's Ruthless Empire: Capítulo 461 - Capítulo 470

POV: Matteo"Say the name, Nico. Say it now, before I lose what is left of my nerve." I stood in the small study off the great hall with my hand still bearing the mark of my father's ring, waiting for a single word to end thirty years of not knowing.Nico shut the door behind him and did not sit. Luca stayed close to his side, wrapped in a blanket someone had draped over his shoulders, his eyes red rimmed but alert in a way that told me he had already guessed part of what was coming. The fire in the small hearth had burned low, and the room smelled of old paper and cold coffee, the particular smell of a house that had not slept in two days."Falcone's man did not give us a name," Nico said carefully. "He gave us a place. A house near the old cathedral, the one Concetta mentioned, where the stationer sells that particular ink. He said letters were collected there for years by someone who never signed anything, who paid in cash, who always wore gloves except once.""Except once," I repe

POV: Matteo"Check my mirror? He wants me to doubt my own house now, in front of everyone I trust." Camilla's voice shook, not with guilt, but with a fury I had rarely heard from her in thirty years of knowing her.I am Matteo, and I watched my wife's oldest friend stand in the middle of that hall and understand, in real time, that the lamp had chosen her as his next weapon. The council members around us had gone still in the particular way a room goes still when it senses a wound about to be reopened, and I found myself stepping closer to Isabella without quite deciding to."He is trying to turn us against each other again," Isabella said, moving to stand beside Camilla rather than across from her, so the room would see exactly where she stood. "First Camilla, then Teresa, now this. He cannot attack the council directly anymore, so he attacks the trust between us instead.""Then we go to my house," Camilla said, chin lifted, though her hands were not as steady as her voice. "Now, tog

POV: Matteo"He is still in this house. Somewhere in these walls, breathing the same dust we are breathing, and I will not let another sunrise pass with him still free." I said the words before I had fully decided to say them, and Isabella's eyes met mine across the lantern light with something between fear and fierce agreement.I am Matteo, and thirty years of being the Don taught me exactly one useful thing in that moment, which is that a cornered man does not run toward open ground. He runs toward the place he knows best. I could feel my own pulse in my throat, the old instincts of a man who had once hunted enemies through darker rooms than this one rising up in me again, sharper than I expected."The passage leads toward the old chapel," Camilla said, her voice steadier now than it had been minutes before, grief hardening into something more useful. "My father built it during the war, a way to move between the house and the grounds without being seen from the road. I had forgotten

POV: Matteo"That bell has not rung since before I was born, and yet it is ringing now, on the exact night a stranger circled Luca's name three times in a dead man's notebook." I said it aloud only because saying it kept my hands from shaking as badly as the rest of me.I am Matteo, and I had buried enough men in my life to know exactly what it cost a family to lose one, and I was not prepared to watch this family lose Luca to a temptation wearing an old man's patient smile. The sound of the bell carried strangely through the broken chapel, distant and deliberate, as though someone wanted us to follow it."The bell tower is above the chapel," Camilla said, already moving toward a narrow stone staircase hidden behind a fallen tapestry. "My father used it to signal the grounds staff during the war. No one has touched the rope in decades.""Someone has touched it tonight," I said grimly, and led the way up.We climbed in silence, lanterns swinging shadows across walls slick with age, and

POV: Matteo"Nine voices will decide your fate today, not one, and whatever we choose, you will finally understand what my wife spent thirty years building while you spent them tearing us apart." I stood at the head of the council table as I had only weeks before, except this time the ring on my hand was gone, given forward, and the weight in the room belonged to all of us equally.I am Matteo, and I had spent most of my life believing justice needed a single hard hand to deliver it. That morning I learned it could be delivered by a table full of tired, honest people instead, and somehow land heavier for it. The hall was full, every chair occupied, sunlight finally breaking through the tall windows after a night that had felt endless.The man sat before us without chains, by Isabella's insistence, his hands folded, his eyes moving slowly around the hall as though memorizing a room he had never truly been allowed to enter until now. Camilla sat closest to him, her face composed into so