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The serpent's coil

The serpent's coil

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Chapter 1 The inheritance

Story by: Adebisi Israel

The scent of stale cigarettes and lilies clung to the air, a morbid perfume that had become Isabella's constant companion since the funeral. Her father, Marco 'The Architect' Rossi, was gone. Not from old age, or some dignified illness, but from a bullet to the back of the head, left in an alleyway like refuse. The official story was a botched robbery. Isabella knew better. Marco Rossi didn't get "botched." He was a man who built empires, both legitimate and otherwise, with a calculated precision that earned him his moniker. He was a man who had more enemies than friends, and fewer still who would dare to cross him.

Now, she sat in his ridiculously oversized leather chair in the study, the one he always claimed was "good for thinking." It dwarfed her petite frame, and the polished mahogany desk in front of her felt like a vast, empty plain. The room itself was a monument to his life: shelves overflowing with first editions and ancient maps, a globe that spun silently in a corner, and a hidden bar stocked with single malts Isabella knew her father rarely touched. He preferred cheap whiskey, the kind that burned on the way down, a habit he claimed kept him "grounded."

A knock at the door startled her. It was Luca, her father's consigliere, a man whose silver hair and neatly pressed suits belied the ruthlessness Isabella knew lurked beneath. Luca had been a fixture in her life since she was a child, a silent observer who always seemed to know more than he let on.

"Isabella," he said, his voice a low rumble. "The will reading is in an hour."

Isabella nodded, her gaze fixed on a framed photograph on the desk: her father, young and smiling, with a hand resting on her mother's shoulder. Her mother, Elena, who had died when Isabella was barely ten, a slow fading from an illness no one could name, or perhaps, no one dared to.

"Luca," she began, her voice barely a whisper, "who did this?"

Luca's eyes, usually as still and dark as a winter lake, flickered. "The police are investigating, Isabella. It's a tragic accident."

"Don't insult my intelligence, Luca. My father didn't die in an 'accident.' He was murdered. And you know who was behind it." Her voice gained strength with each word, a defiant tremor that surprised even herself. She had always been kept on the periphery of her father's "business," shielded from the ugliness. But now, the shield was gone, and she was standing directly in the path of the storm.

Luca sighed, a long, weary sound. "Your father made many powerful enemies, Isabella. The underworld is a dangerous place."

"I don't care about the 'underworld.' I care about justice. And I'm not going to let this go."

He studied her for a moment, a strange mix of concern and something else – perhaps a grudging respect – in his gaze. "Your father would have wanted you safe."

"My father would have wanted answers," she retorted, pushing herself up from the chair. "And I intend to get them."

The will reading was a somber affair, held in a stuffy law office filled with distant relatives Isabella barely recognized. Her father's lawyer, a thin man named Mr. Thorne, droned on about assets, trusts, and various properties. Isabella tuned most of it out, her mind still replaying the grim scene of her father's empty house, the strange quiet that had descended upon it.

Then, Mr. Thorne cleared his throat, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "And finally, to his beloved daughter, Isabella Rossi, Marco Rossi bequeaths full ownership and control of all his legitimate businesses, including 'Rossi Holdings,' and all its subsidiaries."

A ripple went through the room. Isabella felt a prickle of unease. "Legitimate businesses?" she echoed, a note of disbelief in her voice. Her father had legitimate businesses, yes, but they were the thin veneer over a much darker enterprise.

Mr. Thorne nodded, his expression unreadable. "Yes, Miss Rossi. Your father was a shrewd businessman."

Isabella felt a chill run down her spine. This wasn't just an inheritance; it was a poisoned chalice. Her father, the Architect, had just handed her the keys to his empire, the very same empire that had ultimately led to his demise. She knew, with a certainty that settled deep in her bones, that this was his final message, his last, desperate plea for her to finish what he couldn't. Or perhaps, to survive it.

As the meeting concluded, Luca approached her, a file clutched in his hand. "Your father left this for you," he said, handing it over. "He said you'd know what to do with it."

Isabella opened the file. Inside, nestled among a stack of financial statements and legal documents, was a single, cryptic note, scrawled in her father's distinctive, sprawling handwriting:

"The serpent's coil tightens. Find the head, Bella. Don't trust the shadows."

Isabella's gaze lifted from the note to meet Luca's. His expression was inscrutable, but she felt a tremor of understanding pass between them. The game had just begun, and she was the unwitting player in a deadly match she hadn't asked to join. Her father's death was not just a tragedy; it was a testament, and she was now bound to decipher its meaning.

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Latest Release: Chapter 5 The Architect's Gambit   06-24 11:00
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1 Chapter 1 The inheritance
11/06/2025
2 Chapter 2 Whispers in the dark
11/06/2025
3 Chapter 3 The Ghost in the machine
11/06/2025
4 Chapter 4 The Rat in the Walls
11/06/2025
5 Chapter 5 The Architect's Gambit
11/06/2025
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