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ed in her ears, each one more devastating than the last. "It was mine." The admission felt like a blade in her chest, slicing through the very

om. Her father's former partner, the woman who had orchestrated it all.

was no time for grief, no time for second-guessing. She needed answers. She needed to find this w

hest. As her mind raced, Valentina moved toward the desk. She needed to find something-anything-

w. But then, she came across something unexpected-a small, leather-bound journal, hidden beneath a pile of paperwork. Its page

. It was written in neat, meticulous handw

ll rise. He's too weak to lead now, but with her, we'll resh

ected the dots-this woman had been orchestrating everything from the shadow

ances she never knew existed, plans that spanned decades. But it was t

lia Rinaldi was a name whispered in hushed tones in the criminal world, a woman known only for her ruthlessness and

the true maste

lse's game. And now, she was no longer just avenging her father's death. She was hunting a ghost-a w

re was no turning back now. She had made a blood oath, and she w

ng for sure: Emilia Rinaldi was the true en