Astuto Protagonista Novels & Stories

said Duke Alberto with his stoic and almost dead-like expression. Lady Ashley stared at Dominic with a wide grin, thinking Dominic would throw a fit that was useless as she had all the cards and won this time. She was looking forward to see him scolded or even punished for getting angry by her husband as Duke Alberto was a man who despise violence, not because the man wanted peace but because deep down, Duke Alberto had feared the son he created.

Sweat trickled down my body and I shuddered. My legs became heavy and they buckled. Alfonso remained on his seat while Luca held me from behind. My weight fell on him and we both fell. "Let him be!" Alfonso roared and Luca left me on the floor. "Leia… Leia… she knows nothing. She is innocent," I muttered. "Yes she is innocent, as well as her father,"Alfonso said. "What? Why take revenge on them when they are innocent?" I asked. "Roman is the boss of Vatos Latos. He is the boss of the group that killed my wife, that makes him my target. To destroy Vatos Latos, I must get the leader down!" Alfonso said with great difficulty.

Instead, he spends much time living among imperial citizens, not as the eldest son of the Salieri family, but as a common soldier, striving for the empire's glory and splendor. Beside the lake, fireworks rain down like a torrent. In a garden, he is meticulously tended to by the Asti people, beneath verdant trees and shadows, where Caesar, now a high-ranking general, forgets the principles he once staunchly upheld for the first time. Indeed, the Asti people are a destabilizing force; they are intelligent, cunning, and deceitful. They tempt others into transgression, bearing no responsibility for the ensuing consequences. They relish dragging others into the abyss, unscrupulously exploiting ev

“So basically we know his name and nothing else.” Stefano shook his head slightly. “No,” he said. “We know how he thinks.” Both Marco and Cassius looked at him. Stefano walked slowly around the table, looking down at the maps again as he spoke. “He’s patient, he’s strategic, he avoids direct conflict, he builds infrastructure first, he gathers information before moving, and he reveals himself only when he believes he already has an advantage, which means he is confident now.” Cassius nodded slowly. “Yes.”

“Is that… espionage?” “No,” Aston said. “It’s romantic.” Caelum stared. “That’s not romantic. That’s espionage with bad posture.” Lucio pointed accusingly. “You’re just mad because I’m good at this.” Knight finally said, “It’s The Godfather.” Aston groaned. “Why do you always ruin it?” Later came cards. Deborah learned very quickly that Lucio cheated, Caelum pretended not to notice, and Knight quietly ensured Aston never won twice in a row.

Looking at Alessandro now, I could faintly remember my father who protected me from the world, made sure to spoil me rotten despite being firm, stern, and scary in everyone else’s eyes. “Dante, bambina, how about we go and find ourselves a place to watch the seminar. I believe that Giovanni has a lot to reconsider” Alessandro said, looking at Dante and I. Nicolas, Anastasia, and Leonardo knew not to interfere in this one. My eyes followed the sniper that was being guided toward us. Alessandro, following my gaze, nodded before taking a step toward Giovanni.

At the man’s words, the remaining reporters began to support him by protesting angrily. “Yes!” “How rude!” “Yes, that's unacceptable!” “Who the hell do you think you are?!” “Yes, give us our cameras back!” Just then, Alfonso, draped in his long black coat, entered the conference room with an air of nonchalance and sat in the chair ahead. All the reporters shut their mouths seeing Alfonso in the room. Everyone knew who he was. The personal assistant of the devil, Xavier Romano. Rumor has it that working at the side of the devil after years, he became a demon himself, almost as ruthless as his boss.

Tears welled up as he struggled to his knees, his injured leg trembling beneath him "Please" he gasped "I'm begging you. I didn't touch her and I didn't do anything wrong” His voice cracked. "It was all Zara's plan. She sent Jia to me—she wanted Jia out of the movie so she could take her place” Silvio didn't speak. He just stared, calculating. Then finally, his voice broke the silence "Do you know who I am?" Arthur shook his head "I don't” A slow smirk spread across Silvio's face "I'm the don of this country. I'm Silvio Romano"

“My husband’s old and dear friend, Antonio. Look what this boy has done to him. He found him in a private, long-term care facility where he was receiving life-saving treatment after his accident, and he has dragged him here, confused and unwell, to use as a pawn in his disgusting play for power. It is a tragedy.” She was brilliant. She was turning Alessandro into the villain, a cruel son using his sick father. I could see the doubt on the faces of the other Dons. They wanted to believe her. Believing her was easier, safer, than believing that the wife of their leader was a monster. But Alessandro was not rattled. He was a king of ashes, and he had been forged in fire. He was as calm and as c

The masked man continued talking gibberish ‘You have one month to surrender your wife willingly Romano, or it will be a war that would end in both your deaths’ His distorted voice ended and the video went black. That was it? I wanted to laugh. A war I won’t win? They clearly had no fùcking idea. I am Romano Cappellucci. War is my middle name, it seems like I've been too quiet these days. It's time to rain a little havoc on some roaches. I shut the laptop with a snap and reached for my phone dialing my trusted friend. “Romano,” Fabiano’s voice answered on the second ring. Fabiano and Alberto were the only people I could call my friends, they were the people I could trust. Alberto was good at