ssi

hung in the suffocating air of t

stubborn, delusional pride kept her rooted to the spot. She had spent years wrapped in m

rembling but laced with venom. She looked at Elenora, desperately

Elenora repeated, her exp

scoff. She took a slow, deliberate step forward. She didn't yell; she didn

s," Elenora said, the lethal promise in her tone making the surrounding servants flinch. "My daugh

, and her very life could be wiped out in a single night of Moretti bloodshed finally broke her. Her legs gave

anks of my guards. The elderly Moretti butler moved with a slow, terrifying grace. She

onsidered weak," Nonna Francesca stated, her voice calm

eard her next words. She raised her voice just a fraction. "The news of this disrespect will travel. The other Four

pressed them against the floor, completely paralyzed by the sheer magnitude of the thre

hattered the tension. A Rinaldi footman practically s

is here," h

e wore a flawlessly tailored black suit that seemed to absorb the light around him. His face was an unreadable, beautiful mask of cold marble

ucked from the room. Th

k of hope flashing in her tear-filled eyes. In her panicked mind, she saw the

g as a suffocating weight. His silence was a judgment in itself, a terrifying void that left everyone-including me-

s imposing figure entirely, proving exactly why the Visconti blood in her veins d

ce of a Mafia Queen, and for disrespecting this house, you will be

ost trusted maids, women who had served the Visconti fa

ra commanded. "Make he

son. From the deep folds of their aprons, they

nd hall. And Dante Moretti, the man who held all our lives in