Chapter 20%
Before I could demand answers, Isabella’s body went still.
Lifeless.”
She was gone.X
But her warning remained
A sharp gust of wind swept through the graveyard, as if even the earth itself wanted to erase with Lorenzo’s blood.
Lorenzo.
presence. I exhaled, my hands still slick
I turned back to him, his body limp in my arms. His breathing was shallow his face as pale as the marble tombstones surrounding us. My heart clenched.
I wanted to hate him.
But this wasn’t how it was supposed to end
He wasn’t supposed to die like this.
“Valeria!”
I barely heard Darius’s voice before strong arms yanked me away.
“No!” I thrashed, reaching for Lorenzo. “Let me go! He needs-“8
“He needs a hospital, and you need to get the hell out of here before more of Isabella’s men show up,” Darius snarled. His grip was firm, his tone leaving no room for argument.
I watched as Lazarus and another soldier lifted Lorenzo’s unconscious body, blood trailing in their wake. It wasn’t supposed to end like this.
But it wasn’t over.
Not yet.!!
Because somewhere out there, Isabella’s sister was waiting.!!
And she wanted revenge.8
-MIRANDA-}.
The church bells tolled, their eerie chimes echoing through the cold stone walls like a death march.
Miranda stood at the back of the funeral hall, her presence masked by a wide–brimmed black hat that cast a shadow over her sharp, calculating eyes. Her lips, painted a deep crimson, pressed into a thin, unforgiving line.
The air was thick with the scent of fresh roses and the acrid tang of burning incense, but she barely noticed.
Her attention was fixed on one thing.
The closed casket.
Her sister–dead.
Isabella. Her poor identical twin Isabella…..}
Killed.!
Murdered.X
By Victoria Moretti.E
A slow, seething rage burned through her veins, dark and venomous. Miranda’s nails dug into her palms, sharp enough to draw blood, but the pain was nothing compared to the fury clawing at her insides.
Isabella had been reckless. Arrogant. A damn fool who thought she was untouchable. But that didn’t change one simple fact–she was Rousseau blood.
And Miranda never forgave those who spilled Rousseau’s blood.!!
A man approached her from the side, speaking in hushed, cautious tones.
“The assassins failed,” he murmured. “Valeria is still alive“8
Miranda inhaled slowly, her expression unreadable.
“Then we try again,” she said, voice as smooth as silk and twice as deadly!!!
Her gaze flicked toward the altar, where the priest droned on about eternal peace. Bullshit. There would be no peace–not until Victona bled for this!!
Only this time, Miranda wouldn’t just kill her.
No.E
She’d make her fucking suffer.
-RAFAEL–I
The door to the De Luca estate slammed open with a deafening crack.
Rafael De Luca strode in, his polished shoes clicking against the marble floors, each step oozing fury
His once–mighty empire? Fucking ruins.
The businesses? Gone
The alliances? Shattered.
And all because of one goddamn idiot.
His brother!
Lorenzo.
Rafael’s jaw clenched so tightly it felt like his teeth might snap. His fingers twitched with the urge to break something. No, not something
someone.
Lorenzo had destroyed everything
For what?
A woman.1
A woman who had played him like a fucking fool, manipulated him, and turned him into a goddamn puppet.
And now?
Now that pathetic bastard was lying in a hospital bed.
Weak. Broken. Exactly what he fucking deserved.
Rafael grabbed a crystal decanter from the bar and poured himself a generous glass of whiskey, swallowing down the burn like it was the only thing keeping him sane.
A man stood beside him–one of the few remaining loyalists. The last of a dying breed.
“Where is he?” Rafael asked, his voice razor–sharp and devoid of any trace of brotherly concern.
In the hospital,” the man replied. “Coma.“2
Silence.
Then, a slow, cruel smirk curled at Rafael’s lips.
Good
Let Lorenzo wake up to nothing.!!
Let him open his eyes and see that he lost.ll
And then?
Then Rafael would fucking end him.
Because Lorenzo didn’t deserve the De Luca name anymore.
The throne belonged to Rafael now!!
And he’d burn down every last motherfucker who dared to stand in his way.
-MIRANDA-
Miranda Rousseau leaned back in the plush leather seat of her sports car, a satisfied smirk twisting her painted lips as she scrolled through her phone.
The latest news? Lorenzo De Luca was in a coma.
Perfect!
That dumbass had always been a thorn in her side, always thinking he was so righteous, so untouchable. But look at him now–pathetic. Helpless. As useless as the whore he married.
She scoffed, flicking away the article with a perfectly y manicured nail. Victoria Moretti.
What a joke.
A weak, spineless bitch who actually thought she could survive in this world.
Miranda rolled her eyes. “Stupid little bitch probably thinks she’s special.”
Oh, how she’d love to watch her beg
Beg for mercy
Beg for her life !
Beg for the people she loved
And then?
Miranda would rip it all away t
Her grip tightened on the steering wheel as a cruel, gleeful chuckle escaped her lips
“This is just the beginning, sweetheart. You dare killing my sister, so sweet of you” she murmured, her tone dripping with malice Because Miranda Rousseau didn’t just destroy her enemies.I
She fucking obliterated them.
