로그인Promise Morning settled over the De Luca estate in uneasy silence. Valentina wandered the endless corridors, the walls seeming to close in with every step. Since the poisoning, guards stood at every entrance, their radios crackling softly, while new cameras followed every movement. She reached the front doors and pushed one open. Cool morning air brushed her face. Before she could step outside, two guards moved into her path. One lowered his head apologetically. "I'm sorry, Mrs. De Luca... the Don's orders." Valentina stared beyond the iron gates, so close yet impossibly far away. For a long moment, she said nothing. Then she slowly released the door handle. It clicked shut behind her. The sound echoed through the entrance hall like the turning of a lock. Without another word, she walked back into the mansion, feeling the invisible walls tighten around her heart once again. ****** The library was unusually quiet. Sunlight streamed through the towering
Fire 🔥 Just before dawn, Marco was jolted awake by the shrill vibration of his phone on the bedside table. He answered without looking. "Sir!" Captain Enzo's voice cracked through the speaker, drowned by shouting and the roar of flames. "Warehouse Twelve is on fire!" Marco was already pulling on his jacket. He had barely reached the front door when the phone rang again. Another captain. "Warehouse Eight!" A third call followed before the second had ended. "Warehouse Four is burning!" His pulse pounded as he rushed outside. Across the dark New York skyline, pillars of orange fire clawed into the fading night, thick smoke swallowing the dawn. Marco stood frozen for a heartbeat. Someone wasn't attacking the Russo empire. Someone was setting it ablaze. Sirens screamed through the Brooklyn docks as firefighters fought walls of roaring flames. Jets of water vanished into the inferno, swallowed by the relentless heat. Thick black smoke rolled across the waterf
BLOODLINE Morning arrived, but sleep had never truly found her. Valentina sat on the edge of the bed, still wrapped in yesterday's thoughts. Beyond the towering windows, the De Luca estate stirred to life, guards changing shifts beneath the pale sunrise. It looked peaceful. She knew better. Her gaze drifted to her left hand. The diamond on her wedding ring caught the morning light, sending tiny reflections across the room. She turned it slowly around her finger. Mrs. De Luca. The name still didn't belong to her. Then the little girl's face returned to her. Hazel eyes. Dark curls. The same stubborn lift of the chin. The portrait had looked less like a coincidence... And more like a memory she had somehow forgotten. Her chest tightened. "What are you?" she whispered to herself. The question echoed through the silent room. Not who. What. Whoever had poisoned her hadn't wanted her dead. Someone had hidden that portrait. Someone was erasing her
Confession Morning broke over Manhattan, but peace never came. Television screens across the city flashed with breaking headlines. "Mrs. De Luca Suffers Sudden Illness at Charity Gala." Reporters called it food poisoning. Social media called it attempted murder. By noon, whispers had reached every powerful family in New York. Inside the De Luca estate, the iron gates slammed shut. Armed guards searched every room. Servants stood silently as their belongings were inspected. Delivery trucks waited outside while bomb-sniffing dogs circled every crate. Phones rang unanswered before Lorenzo ordered every line monitored. No one entered. No one left. From the window of her suite, Valentina watched black SUVs patrol the grounds below. Guards now stood beneath every balcony, rifles slung across their shoulders, eyes sweeping the gardens without pause. She pressed a hand against the cool glass. The mansion hadn't become safer. It had become a fortress. And she cou
Poison The last camera flash faded as the photographer disappeared into the crowd. Almost immediately, the orchestra welcomed another waltz, its melody floating beneath glittering chandeliers while waiters drifted effortlessly between guests, silver trays balanced with sparkling champagne. A young waitress stopped before them, her smile flawless. "Congratulations, Don and Mrs. De Luca." She offered two crystal flutes. Alessandro accepted one without looking away from the room. Valentina took the other, the chilled glass cool against her fingertips. "For appearances?" she asked quietly. His gray eyes met hers. "For appearances." Their glasses touched with a delicate chime. Valentina lifted hers and took a slow sip, the bubbles dancing across her tongue. Alessandro raised his own... then A firm hand caught his wrist. "Don." Lorenzo's voice was barely a whisper. "Captain Ricci's car has been found." Alessandro's attention shifted instantly. His glass lowe
The Dance of Enemies Silence settled over the balcony. Every pair of eyes remained fixed on the heavy gold signet ring resting in Alessandro's palm. The black onyx caught the moonlight, the De Luca crest gleaming like a silent accusation. No one dared breathe too loudly. Alessandro slowly closed his fingers around the ring. "Every captain," he said, his voice calm enough to send a chill through the night. "Remove your rings." No one questioned the order. One by one, gold bands slid from fingers and dropped into Captain Lorenzo's leather case with soft metallic clicks. Lorenzo counted them once. Then again. A crease formed between his brows. His head lifted. "Captain Ricci..." he murmured. The courtyard fell even quieter. "He hasn't reported for duty." Without waiting for permission, Lorenzo disappeared into the mansion with several guards at his heels. Minutes later, hurried footsteps echoed through the halls. He returned alone. "His room is empty.







