CLAIMED BY THE DEVIL DON.
It was a direct, unapologetic power grab, elevating my position from supportive wife to strategic partner with executive control over the most lucrative parts of the continent.
Domenico stared at the plaque, then at Vladimir, seeking confirmation.
Vladimir simply leaned forward, his gaze fixed entirely on me, his eyes dark with approval and possessive pride.
“The Queen has spoken, Domenico,” Vladimir affirmed, his voice laced with the finality of an official decree. “Her word is my command on the Council. You have my full backing in this. The old ways of fragmented power are dead. This is the new world order. We pool our power, or we fall alone.”
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