Novels by Limo Melino

Virginia survived. The building soon exploded and killed both Miller and Vincent. It was so unfortunate that Cedric decided to sacrifice himself to save Virginia in the end. Virginia thought that she could work together with Cedric to rebuild the mafia clan. But her dream was ruined because there was nothing left in Gerald’s clan except Gerald himself and Harold now. Virginia was very sad, blaming herself in every steps she did. She did not really know what to do next. She was clueless and got lost.The police and firefighters then arrived to that place. They extinguished the big flame and tried to search inside if there were some survivors. The fire could be taken care of after an hour. They managed to retrieve some bodies inside that building. Unfortunately, those bodies were already lifeless with those burn marks.The news about that explosion and fire was known over the citizens in the city. The victims were identified and there were some names such as Cedric, Vincent, and Miller

Both Miller and Vincent paused as their nephew pointed at the flaw. Undoubtedly, they weren’t the perfect partners in crime. In fact, it was obvious that they had almost nothing in common other than their goal of taking over Gerald's mafia clan. Still oblivious to Cedric’s act of bringing conflict to their table, the two listened to him closely.‌“To be frank, I’m pretty sure Uncle Vincent is more worthy to be the successor than you, Uncle Miller,” Cedric said fraudulently.‌Vincent’s eyes lightened up in contrast to Miller who was still trying to comprehend what his nephew just told. In a huff, the latter protested, “Don’t you dare to patronize these experienced men, Cedric. You're just an immature brat who doesn't know anything about the mafia world.”‌“You’re wrong, Uncle.” smiled Cedric, which only fueled Miller’s confusion and anger. “Remember, you don’t share the same blood with my Dad. On the other hand, Uncle Vincent does.”‌Miller's rage began to build as he tried to defe

Cedric’s heart pounded louder than usual as his ears heard approaching footsteps from the first floor. He gulped his nervousness and took a deep breath, which would probably be his last. Accompanied by his group of armed men, the teenage mafia son reached for his own weapon of choice: Smith & Wesson .44 Caliber, gifted from Gerald for his eighteenth birthday last month. He peered from the wall and saw Virginia lead his uncles to come upstairs. Behind them, he saw tens of capos tailing, waiting for the mafia heir’s demise.‌The unlikely pair of stepmother and stepson exchanged glances, signaling the impending doom that would arrive any second now. Deciding that his time lurking in the shadows had done, Cedric stepped out into the light, revealing his presence to the essential figures in the mafia family’s history.‌“There you are, my dearest, one and only nephew,” Miller sneered upon noticing his nephew already greeted them with sharp yet less menacing eyes than his father’s.‌“I’ve

Cedric took a step forward, his charismatic flair in full display. "So, gentlemen, are we to believe that this orchestrated chaos is simply your way of getting our attention?"‌Vincent's laughter, grandiose and boisterous, filled the air. "You catch on quickly, young Cedric. But then again, intelligence seems to run in the family."‌Cedric's retort was swift and sardonic. "Indeed, it's hard to miss when one is surrounded by such eloquence."‌Meanwhile, Virginia's subtle movements caught the attention of Vincent and Miller's men, who instinctively shifted their positions to maintain a perimeter. Virginia's gaze remained steady, her voice a blend of charm and calculated elegance. "Gentlemen, are we to assume that this chaotic display is merely a façade to mask your intentions?"‌Miller's smile held an edge of satisfaction. "Astute, Virginia. You've always been a perceptive one."‌Cedric and Virginia's banter, seemingly lighthearted, masked the gravity of their intentions. They aime

Cedric and Virginia, an unlikely pair bound by circumstance, stood at the precipice of shock as they absorbed the news of Michelle's tragic demise. The threads of their lives, woven together by a shared love for the same man, now unraveled in the face of loss. Their hearts, heavy with grief, bore witness to a poignant truth — life's fragility could be shattered in the blink of an eye.‌"Stepmother and stepson, united by grief," Cedric's words hung in the air, laced with a bitterness that mirrored the tragedy that had befallen them.‌Virginia's eyes, usually brimming with maternal warmth, glistened with unshed tears as she clasped Cedric's hand. In her touch, he found a solace that transcended their complex relationship. "Cedric, this loss cuts deep. We must remain steadfast for Gerald's sake."‌With a shared nod, they embarked on a journey to the hospital where Gerald's fate hung in the balance. The reason was clear — to ensure that the patriarch remained unharmed, a beacon of hope

In a storm of swirling emotions, Cedric materialized like a shadowy savior, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest. His stepmother, Virginia, stood her ground, a tempest of resolve in her eyes as she faced off against Vincent, his uncle, who oozed malevolence like a venomous serpent.‌"Ah, Cedric, the lost little lamb makes an entrance," Vincent smirked, his voice dripping with condescension. "But it's too late. Virginia's fate is sealed."‌Cedric's eyes locked onto Virginia's, a silent promise passing between them. It was as if a fog had lifted from his perception, revealing the truth he had been so reluctant to acknowledge. He remembered the whispered conversations, the cryptic warnings Virginia had tried to convey, and the pieces of the puzzle fell into place with jarring clarity.‌In the chaos of this confrontation, Cedric's mind became a theater of revelations. His uncles and aunt, the very faces he had grown up believing were benevolent, now stood before him as architect