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But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

Mariella answered. “Really, huh?” Mirabella narrowed her eyes. “I talked to your driver, you’re seeing Luna Marchetti? A mafia rival? Why?” “She’s a friend of mine.” Mariella feels a little uncomfortable when Mirabella unusually asks too many questions. “We don’t befriend them,” Mirabella pushes through but Mariella prefers not to tell her more. Mariella being Luna’s tutor is something she doesn’t want to share with anyone. “Where is the Don?! Where is he?! We need to talk to him! Now!” An intimidating lady suddenly appeared in the hallway where Mariella and Mirabella were talking.

Fierce Soul. 1999 – 2025. And beside it - - Isabella Moretti. Brightest Light. Great Pianist. 2019 – 2025. No!!! No!!! No!!! Fuck no! This all feels so so wrong and there is no way I coild make it fucking right. I have never felt so helpless in my life like I do right now. Not even when I found that Adrianna married Marco instead of me. Then I knew she was alive but now?

This place is on another level. "THERE SHE IS! MS. ARINA GRECO! THIS YEAR'S CONTESTANT FROM THE ITALIAN MAFIA!" I was walking shakily. My eyes searched all four corners to see where Luca or Mr. Romano or Matteo is and finally at the fourth corner I saw them. Matteo and Luca were standing while there was a middle-aged woman and a man seated with Mr. Romano... Looks like they are his parents.

“Freeze it.” Ethan paused the footage, zooming in on the figure’s face. It was grainy, but clear enough. Isabella felt her stomach drop. It wasn’t Moretti. It was someone else. Someone she hadn’t seen in years. “No,” she whispered. Dante narrowed his eyes. “Who the hell is that?” Leo’s expression hardened. “Matteo Romano.” Ethan frowned. “Who?” Isabella swallowed. “Marcella’s enforcer. One of the deadliest men she ever trained.”

Cause when Massimo Bianchi is involved, nothing good ever happens. ********

Without wasting time, she walked out of the department and headed for Valeria's office. "Please take a seat," Maria said with a forced smile on her face. "And what do I call you Ma'am?" She asked. "Dana," Dana replied, "Dana Hamilton and I heard that you are Maria Cruz, the wife of late Manuel Cruz." "Yes I am, it's nice to meet you." It was clear that Dana didn't recognize her and for some reason, it annoyed Maria. "So what do I owe this visit?" Maria asked. "I just came from Italy and after hearing the devastating news about your company, I decided it was best to see for myself and decide whether I could be of help." Dana said with all seriousness, it was almost as if she was pleading.

"But I cannot let things as they are. It's clear that whoever this person is wants to see the Montego name wiped out." Yuri nodded and seemed to be in deep thought. "What is it?" barely containing my irritation. "There's been some talks recently." He said. It was visible from his features that he was fighting with himself on whether he should say whatever it was that he was thinking of or not. "I don't have all day to prompt you into talking." "Your marriage to that girl." He said simply. "What does this have to do with who I decide to make my wife." "She is not from one of the other mafia families and if we remember very well..she replaced a real mafia princess."

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!