MasukLuca"Boss... something is wrong with your Instagram. You need to check it. The last post went viral," Silas said.I frowned.Even though I had thousands of followers, I rarely posted anything."What do you mean?" I asked.He hesitated for a moment before saying, "Didn't you know about the last post? Serafina... went live from your Instagram last night. The video went viral. People all over social media are saying this means the two of you are having an affair."What he said didn't make any sense.How would Serafina post on my Instagram?Then...I noticed that Mila's iPhone was identical to mine in every detail.Even the wallpaper was the same—Angelo riding one of Ricardo's horses.I looked at her.The expression on her face instantly made me suspicious.Without another thought, I opened my Instagram.And then...There it was.Serafina's live video.On my account.The comments section had exploded.My followers had increased by a ridiculous amount."Mila?" I asked, unable to believe w
MilaI wasn't sure exactly how much I had slept when I first opened my eyes to the sound of someone knocking on the door.I looked around and noticed that Luca's bedroom door was slightly open.As I got closer, I heard the sound of running water.My eyes locked on Marco the moment I opened the suite door."Hi..." he muttered.I stepped back, letting him in."Hi..."I sat back down on the sofa."It seems even Capos make big mistakes."He took the sofa opposite me.Something painful flickered across his face."I'm sorry, Mila."I let out a sigh."She is Bratva, Marco. And you know what that means. You shouldn't have even thought about her, especially when she's engaged... and we're guests at her engagement party.""I know..." he muttered, avoiding my gaze. "We didn't mean to... We just couldn't... control ourselves."I heard the bathroom door of Luca's room open."You need to explain that to him..." I said quietly. "I don't think he believes in 'We just couldn't control ourselves.'"Min
I mustered all the strength I had and pushed the door open.The two people inside the room were so consumed by their passion that they didn't even notice me opening the door and stepping inside.My eyes widened, and I couldn't hold back a loud gasp as I recognized them.Marco and Irina.They were in bed. Together.They didn't notice my presence even though I was standing right in the middle of the room."Marco..." My voice came out as little more than a whisper.He was just writing our death sentence.He was sleeping with Princess Malakhov—the very woman we had come here to attend the official engagement party for. The woman who was about to marry a Bratva prince.They both froze.Marco was the first to regain his composure. He quickly pulled the blanket over both of them.Irina gasped. "О Боже мой." Oh my God.I slowly shook my head. They were dragging both our families into a bloody war."Mila," Marco said, trying to pull on his trousers beneath the blanket."You doomed us, Marco,"
I let my gaze sweep slowly across the grand ballroom before finally spotting Irina Malakhov.She looked every bit the Russian princess the media always described.Her golden gown shimmered beneath the crystal chandeliers, hugging her graceful figure before flowing elegantly to the floor. Against the rich fabric, her porcelain skin almost seemed to glow, while the diamonds around her neck sparkled with every movement she made.One arm was wrapped possessively around her waist.Her fiancé.I recognized him from his last visit to Italy.He wore the confident smile of a man who had already won the greatest prize in the room, yet something felt... off.There was no warmth between them.No stolen glances.No effortless smiles.Nothing that resembled two people in love.His hand remained firmly around her waist, almost as if he needed everyone around him to remember that she belonged to him.The moment Irina's eyes landed on me, her face lit up.A genuine smile spread across her red-painted
Everything went smoothly. No one suspected anything.But then, I faced a problem I hadn't thought of before."I'm not staying with you in the same suite," I hissed, crossing my arms over my chest. "Over my dead body.""It's not like you have a choice, Mila," Luca hissed back.The hotel staff looked at us with hesitant smiles on their faces."I'm not letting you take a suite away from me." He grabbed my arm. "We are in Russia. Do you know what the fck that means? We're out of our territory, out of our power... I can't trust them enough to leave you alone."I tried to pull my arm free."We're not even sure whether your mother has fcked things up here too or not. I agreed to come to protect your family's reputation, so at least listen to what I'm saying."I knew he was arguing with me only for appearances. I also knew I had no choice. If he had to, he would force me."Fine," I said.Once he released my hand, I headed inside the suite, while he followed behind with the hotel staff carryin
My eyes fixed on Luca while he rested his head against the leather seat of the private jet beside me. I turned my head and looked back at Nadia, who was sitting behind me wearing Serafina's signature mask and long red wig. She smiled and gave me a small wave. I raised my thumb in approval. It had taken me hours to convince her to do this. She had been terrified, and honestly, I couldn't blame her. Pretending to be one of the world's most famous women while sitting beside Il Don himself wasn't exactly a comfortable mission. But I had no other choice. She was carrying Serafina's passport normally. Jamal had arranged everything regarding the visa and travel documents. As long as Luca believed she was Serafina. Everything would go according to plan. A small smile tugged at my lips. Luca opened his eyes and caught me waving toward Serafina. "So... you're a fan of hers?" he asked lazily, a trace of sarcasm in his voice. I frowned. "Why not? Aren't you?" One corner of
I looked at Angelo as he entered through the main door, holding a big plate carefully in his small arms.“Did you give some to all the guards?” I asked.“Yes,” he said proudly. “And they said thank you to you and that they liked them so much.”A small smile curved my lips. “Okay, buddy.” I took the
I paced across the dark wooden floor, the chandelier lights too dim against the massive bedroom.I had been locked in this room for five hours. No water. No food. Nothing.Was that their punishment?I searched every corner of the room, trying to find a way out, but found nothing. Even the bathroom
MarcoIn this underground world, loyalties could be twisted like switching a button. We didn’t expect this attack, but it couldn’t be from our enemies. They couldn’t reach this far into our territory. Not after the last attack at least a year ago.As the Capo of Cosa Nostra, I realized a betrayal w
My head spun. A sniper?My fingers tightened around Angelo’s hand, even though I could barely move under Luca’s weight pressing me down.Chaos erupted around us. Chairs scraped, glass shattered, and people screamed as they rushed toward the exits, their footsteps pounding against the floor like a s







