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George Costa’s words hit me suddenly. A sharp pain pierced my heart, making it hard for me to breathe.He was still on the phone. On the other end of the line, the person paused for a brief second before speaking up again. “Well, you’re the true heir to the Costa mafia family for a reason. A woman with Annie’s incredible background, and she’s nothing more than practice to you. You know exactly what kind of power the Alfonso mafia family wields here in Solaria. The empire her father commands is basically going to be hers one day.”George let out a casual, indifferent chuckle. “Being with me is a privilege for Annie, too.”The person on the line quickly chimed in. “But even though Annie has those gorgeous features, her figure isn’t nearly as voluptuous as Julie’s. Honestly, you’re the one getting shortchanged here.”George’s voice turned a fraction colder. “I must have lost my mind for a second back then. She looked so incredibly pathetic and helpless that it caught my attention. At

Late that night, I gathered every single document required for my application and hit send. The company belonged to an old friend of my father’s based in Londres. It was a legitimate business and utterly disconnected from the mafia and criminal networks back home.I took a quick screenshot of the confirmation page and texted it to Sophie. She was ecstatic. For the longest time, her biggest wish was for me to give up on George, leave Solaria behind, and live a peaceful, normal life far away from all this chaos. However, I had always stubbornly refused.Simply to be near George, just to catch a few fleeting moments with him, I had turned down multiple life-changing opportunities abroad. Instead, I stayed by my father’s side, forcing myself to learn how to manage a family business I never actually wanted any part of.Looking back now, I was incredibly foolish. Because our families had been good friends for many years, everyone naturally assumed that George and I would eventually get ma

He was with Julie, accompanied by a small entourage of his personal security detail. The bodyguards were all dressed in tailored black suits, with subtle bulges near their waists. As they moved through the airport terminal, they kept the crowd at a distance. Other travelers instinctively steered clear, and no one dared to look at them.George walked at the very front, his hand in Julie’s. The two of them were murmuring something to one another, exchanging happy smiles every time their eyes met. On George’s finger gleamed the signet ring passed down from his father; the eagle-and-serpent totem glowed coldly under the lights. It was the symbol of authority for the Don of the Costa family, and it wouldn’t be long before it was officially passed on to him.I could feel the stark difference in how George looked at Julie versus how he used to look at me. He had never looked at me with the same tenderness in his eyes as he looked at Julie. Furthermore, whenever I used to walk with George, h

When I landed at the airport, the family chauffeur was already waiting to pick me up. However, once the car started moving, I realized we weren’t heading toward my home at all. Instead, we were driving up to the Costa family estate. The sprawling Costa family estate was situated on a mountain in the northern part of the city, with a five-kilometer radius completely under their control. Regular citizens couldn’t even get close to the perimeter. The moment I stepped out of the car, I saw George standing there, dressed in a custom black suit. We hadn’t seen each other in only a month, but George seemed to have transformed completely. The boyishness in his eyes had faded, replaced by a sharp maturity. He already carried the imposing aura of a true Don. Standing behind him were two rows of men, all clad in identical black suits with their hands clasped in front of them. No one spoke a word; they stood as silent as stone statues. I never expected that after running away for so long, our

A long time passed after that, and I didn’t hear a word about George.My parents eventually noticed that something was off between us. Out of consideration for my feelings, they stopped bringing him up around me. Only my father would occasionally mention him, usually noting how the Costa family was expanding its territory or the new shipping routes George had successfully locked down. He always spoke with a subtle, competitive edge, as if saying, “See? Just because you stepped away from this life doesn’t mean others won’t fight for it.”However, I was living a genuinely happy life in Londres. I had made a circle of close friends and settled into a comfortable daily routine. The violent, high-stakes world I grew up in was slowly fading from my reality. The sound of gunfire, which used to haunt my nightmares, hadn’t echoed in my mind for a very long time. It was only then that I realized how much I had let my life revolve solely around George. In doing so, I had completely overlooked m