Novel & Cerita Caesar Zeppeli

Jacob said Yeah....yay

“Why are you here now? Why show your face?” “Because there’s a new player,” Cesare said quietly. “Someone who doesn’t want control—they want annihilation. And I thought… maybe it’s time to fix what I broke.” Sophia narrowed her eyes. “Names. Now.” Cesare leaned forward. “Her name is Seraphine. She's not building an empire. She’s burning every one down. And she has ties to Valeria… and to your past, Rafael.” He slid a flash drive across the table.

Regards, Kaizen Knight]

Zechariah. Zechariah lounged arrogantly in Damien’s grand chair, the seat of power he had no right to occupy, his long legs crossed, his black coat cascading like a curtain of shadows around him. He twirled a silver knife effortlessly between his fingers, eyes glinting with mischief. His aura was wrong, always wrong—half witch, half wolf, never fully either, and never fully trusted. But for years, he and Damien had maintained a toxic friendship, a bond bound more by darkness than loyalty.

“In other words, one delay and he puts his fingers on my supply chain. Two delays and he puts his hands on my throat.” I said, clenching my fist. Elias inclined his head. “Exactly.” Maxine flipped pages, color rising in her cheeks. “We… I… flagged the waterfall as standard. I must have…” “Miss Lewis,” Elias said evenly, “the language is designed to read as standard. You passed what you were meant to pass. We change it. He is choosing to play a dark game. And I am here to stop it.”