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After the bedroom door closed, Cassandra remained seated at the edge of the bed, her heart pounding. Her vacant gaze was fixed on the door Antonio had just passed through. The echo of his hurried footsteps still lingered in her mind. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, but her thoughts were clouded with unsettling possibilities. Did Antonio suspect her? The way he had looked at her just now... as if he knew something he shouldn’t. Cassandra rubbed her face with both hands, attempting to shake off the unease creeping into her chest. But the more she tried to ignore it, the clearer it became—something was wrong. She lay down, closing her eyes, but her mind kept spinning. If Antonio truly knew about her investigation, she was in danger. There was no telling how he would react if he discovered that his own wife had been looking into him behind his back. I can’t sleep. Cassandra opened her eyes and rose from the bed. She walked to the small table in the corner of the room, pouring herself a glass of water to steady her nerves. But just as she was about to take a sip, a soft knock at the door made her freeze. Her heart immediately raced faster. For a moment, she stood still, hesitating to answer. Then, with cautious steps, she approached the door and opened it slightly. A servant stood outside, holding a white envelope in his hands. “Mr. Antonio wishes for you to read this before you sleep, madam,” the servant said politely, his expression neutral. Cassandra swallowed, reaching out to take the envelope. Her fingers trembled slightly as they brushed against the paper’s texture. “Thank you.” The servant bowed slightly before stepping away, leaving Cassandra frozen in the doorway. With a sense of apprehension, she closed the door and slowly walked back to the bed. She stared at the envelope for a moment, as if she could somehow guess the message inside. Should I read it now? After taking a deep breath, she finally opened the envelope with careful hands. A single white sheet of paper slipped onto her lap. With trembling fingers, she turned it over and read the words written in bold black ink. "Do not make me doubt you." Cassandra stiffened. The brief message struck her like a blow to the chest. She reread the words several times, hoping to decipher a hidden meaning. But there was none. The words were clear and unmistakable. Was this a warning? Or a threat? Her fingers tightened around the paper, her breath unsteady. If Antonio truly suspected her, then she didn’t have much time left. Cassandra glanced toward the bedroom door, as if expecting Antonio to return and explain himself. But she knew that wouldn’t happen. She bit her lip, forcing herself to stay composed. She couldn’t panic now. I need to stay calm. I need to play this smart. But deep down, she knew—the situation had changed. Antonio was beginning to doubt her. After changing into a simple cream-colored dress, she made her way downstairs to the dining room. Her steps were measured, though she fought to keep them from appearing hesitant. When she arrived, she found Antonio already seated, waiting for her. In his hand was a steaming cup of coffee. He looked calm, almost relaxed. But there was something in his gaze that made Cassandra tread carefully. He’s testing me. “Good morning,” Antonio greeted her, his voice deep and smooth. But Cassandra knew better than to trust that tranquility so easily. She forced a small smile. “Morning.” She took her seat, feeling the tension in the air between them, even though neither of them showed any visible signs of unease. Antonio took a slow sip of his coffee, his eyes never leaving hers. “Did you sleep well?” The question made Cassandra’s heart beat a little faster. Was it just a casual inquiry, or was there something hidden beneath it? She swallowed hard before answering as calmly as possible. "Fairly well." Antonio said nothing for a few seconds. He merely watched Cassandra with an unreadable expression, as if searching for cracks in every word she spoke. Then, without warning, he rose from his seat and walked toward her. Cassandra remained still, trying not to show her nerves. But as Antonio stood beside her, her heartbeat quickened. He leaned down slightly, then gently lifted her chin with two fingers. "Never try to lie to me, Cass," he whispered, his voice so close that she could feel his breath against her skin. Antonio’s hand was warm, a stark contrast to the sudden chill creeping through her body. Cassandra swallowed again, unsure how to react. She wanted to pull away, to keep up the walls she had spent so long building. But her body refused to move. Then, without warning, Antonio pulled her into a deep, fervent kiss. Cassandra gasped, her eyes widening for a moment before they slowly fluttered shut. His lips were warm, intense, as if seeking to unravel her thoughts and shake her world in an instant. She knew she should resist. She should not let herself be consumed by this warmth. But something inside her gave in. Her hands unconsciously clutched the fabric of his sleeve, her body melting under his touch. There was something in the kiss—something beyond desire or dominance. There was possession, a depth of emotion that transcended mere power play. When Antonio finally pulled away, Cassandra was breathless, her heart pounding wildly. She looked at the man before her, searching for a reason to hate or reject him, but instead, she found more questions. What did she truly feel for Antonio? Antonio raised an eyebrow slightly, watching Cassandra’s shaken expression with a knowing look. He brushed his thumb over his lips and smirked faintly. "You're too tense," he murmured. Cassandra still couldn’t respond. She could only stare at Antonio in silence, trying to understand what was happening within her own heart. Nightfall arrived, replacing the sunlight with the distant glow of city lights. Cassandra sat on the sofa in the reading room, attempting to focus on a book to distract herself, but the words on the page seemed meaningless. What had happened this morning? Antonio’s kiss still lingered on her lips, so vivid that she struggled to separate truth from deception. She wanted to believe it was just part of his game, a way for him to control her. Yet, a part of her couldn’t deny that she had enjoyed it. The vibration of her phone startled her. She quickly picked it up and saw a message from David. "I have the answer. Meet me now." Her heart pounded. This was too fast. Had David really found the truth in just a day? Cassandra glanced toward the reading room door, ensuring no one was watching before typing a quick reply. "Where?" The response came instantly. "The old warehouse in the harbor district. Don’t let anyone follow you." Cassandra bit her lip. This was dangerous, but she had to know the truth. Carefully, she slipped out of the room and walked toward the back garden, taking an alternate route to avoid Antonio’s men. Using the excuse of needing fresh air, she stepped outside and sneaked into the garage, taking one of the smaller cars without drawing attention. --- The old warehouse was dark and desolate, illuminated only by flickering streetlights. The cold sea breeze carried the sharp scent of salt. Cassandra moved cautiously, her eyes scanning her surroundings, staying alert for any signs of being followed. The warehouse door was slightly ajar, and inside, David was already waiting with a serious expression. "I don’t like this place," Cassandra muttered, shutting the door behind her. "What did you find?" David didn’t answer right away. He reached into his bag and pulled out an envelope containing several sheets of paper. With trembling hands, Cassandra took them and read the blood analysis report he had given her. The color drained from her face. "This… this can’t be possible," she whispered, her voice barely audible. David nodded. "The blood on the shirt isn’t Antonio’s. It belongs to a man named Cale Callaghan. Does that name sound familiar?" Cassandra froze. Cale Callaghan—a key witness in a major case years ago. He had disappeared mysteriously before he could testify. Many believed he had gone into hiding, but some suspected he had been silenced. And now, his blood was on Antonio’s shirt. She stared at David in horror. "This means…" "It means Antonio might not be just another shadowy businessman. If he was involved in Cale Callaghan’s disappearance, then he is far more dangerous than you realize." Cassandra felt her head spin. What was she supposed to do with this information? If Antonio had truly murdered Julian, then she was living beside a man who was much more than just a criminal. But before she could process her next move, something cold and rough suddenly pressed against her face. Someone had grabbed her from behind. She tried to scream, but the sound was muffled by a cloth pressed over her nose and mouth. Her eyes widened as her body grew weak, her legs giving out beneath her. David shouted, lunging toward her, but a gunshot rang through the warehouse. Cassandra caught a glimpse of David collapsing before the world around her faded into darkness. --- Antonio sat in his study, tapping his fingers rhythmically against the desk. His sharp gaze was fixed on his phone screen, waiting for a response from Cassandra. It had been almost an hour since she had gone to the back garden, yet she had not returned. Something felt off. He pressed a button on his phone, calling one of his guards outside. "Where is Cassandra?" His voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable threat lurking beneath it. "Sir, we didn’t see her leave the back garden," came the reply. Antonio’s eyes narrowed. "Check the security footage." A few seconds later, the voice on the other end returned, now laced with unease. "Sir… Lady Cassandra took one of the cars from the garage and left the house about forty-five minutes ago." Antonio immediately stood. "Damn it." Without wasting time, he strode out of the study, signaling to Marcus, who was stationed near the door. "Cassandra is missing. I need to know where she went." Marcus moved quickly, calling his team to track Cassandra, but Antonio already had a sinking feeling. Then his phone vibrated. A message appeared. "If you want her alive, come alone. No bodyguards. Old warehouse in the harbor district." Antonio read the message, his jaw tightening. Viktor Reznov. The man was truly playing with fire. Without hesitation, Antonio retrieved a gun from his desk drawer, holstered it at his waist, and strode toward the door. "Sir, should we deploy the team?" Marcus asked warily. Antonio paused for a moment before shaking his head. "No. I’m going alone." Marcus hesitated but knew that once Antonio had made a decision, there was no changing his mind. --- Cassandra’s head throbbed as she slowly regained consciousness. She opened her eyes sluggishly, realizing she was bound to a chair, coarse rope biting into her wrists. The dimly lit room smelled of oil and rusted metal. "Awake already?" a foreign voice came from the corner of the room. Cassandra lifted her head and saw a burly man with a cold stare watching her. "We don’t plan on killing you, Cassandra," he said casually, smirking. "But that depends on your husband. If he’s smart, you’ll leave here alive." Cassandra tried to mask her fear, but her body tensed. "What do you want?" The man leaned in closer. "Antonio has interfered for too long. It’s time he pays the price." Then, footsteps echoed outside. The warehouse door creaked open. Antonio stepped in. Alone. The man walked in calmly, both hands tucked into the pockets of his suit jacket, as if he felt no threat at all. His gaze was cold as he looked at Cassandra, bound and helpless, before shifting his focus to her captors. "Let her go," he ordered flatly. The men around him chuckled. "And if we refuse?" Antonio took a slow breath, then, in an instant, his movements turned lethal. In one swift step, he pulled out his gun and shot the man beside him without hesitation. BANG! The man collapsed onto the floor, blood pooling from his head. Silence fell over the room. Before anyone could react, Antonio turned and fired another shot at the man standing near the door. BANG! He crumpled before he could even draw his weapon. The two remaining men scrambled to respond, but Antonio was faster. He struck one across the face with the butt of his gun, sending him crashing to the ground with a broken nose. The last man, clearly their leader, stumbled back, fear etched across his face. "If you want to stay alive," Antonio’s voice was ice, "never come near my wife again." The man trembled, then bolted out of the warehouse without a backward glance. Silence settled once more. Antonio holstered his gun and strode toward Cassandra. With careful precision, he pulled a knife from his pocket and sliced through the ropes binding her wrists. Cassandra stared at him, breath ragged. Her hands trembled—not from fear of her captors, but from fear of Antonio. Who was this man, really? Antonio’s fingers brushed her cheek gently, his thumb grazing her cold skin. "Are you alright?" His voice was softer now, a stark contrast to the man who had just taken lives without a second thought. Cassandra looked at him, a storm of fear and admiration swirling in her chest. She had fallen too deep into Antonio’s world. Cassandra sat on the edge of the bed, her body still weak from everything that had transpired. Antonio stood in front of her, opening a first aid kit with a serious expression. He soaked a cotton pad with antiseptic before carefully taking her hand. "This will sting a little," he murmured. Cassandra only nodded. As the cotton pressed against the raw marks on her wrists—left behind by the ropes—she flinched slightly but said nothing. Antonio remained silent, focused on his task. His movements were practiced and meticulous, as if this wasn’t the first time he had treated someone’s wounds. When he finally finished, he sat beside her, watching her in silence. Then, his hand moved, touching her cheek with a tenderness that sent a shiver down her spine. "You don’t have to be afraid of me, Cass." His voice was deep and warm, an attempt at reassurance. Cassandra met his gaze, her heart pounding in a way that confused her. Warmth spread through her, but so did uncertainty. How could she feel safe with someone who had just killed without hesitation? Her body remembered Antonio’s warmth, the protection he offered. But her mind screamed warnings—reminding her that this man was not someone she could fully trust. It was like walking on the edge of a blade—she knew what Antonio was, what he was capable of. Yet, deep down, something inside her refused to ignore the way he treated her. Antonio inhaled slowly before speaking again, his tone measured. "What are you really hiding?" Cassandra’s chest tightened. She looked into Antonio’s eyes, searching for his true intentions. There was no direct threat in his voice, but there was something deeper—an unmistakable need for the truth. She almost told him. She almost confessed everything—the blood on his shirt, her meeting with David, everything she had uncovered. But at the last second, she bit her lip and said, "Nothing." Antonio remained silent. His eyes locked onto hers, reading every hesitation, every crack in the walls she had built. The silence stretched between them until, finally, Antonio offered a faint, almost imperceptible smile. "Alright." But Cassandra knew—deep down, Antonio did not truly believe her. And that made her even more cautious.

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  • Revenge to the Mafia   Eighty Seven

    The night breeze brushed against Cassandra’s face, gently teasing her hair as she sat on the balcony, gazing at the dark sky illuminated only by the moonlight. Her mind spun endlessly, her chest tightening with every thought. After everything—the abduction, the blood on his shirt, the threats drawing closer—she could no longer hide the truth. She had to say it. Heavy footsteps echoed from inside the room, and Cassandra turned just as Antonio entered, closing the door behind him with a quiet finality. He wore a black shirt, the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his firm chest. His sharp eyes locked onto hers instantly, as if he already knew that something was about to change tonight.Cassandra stood, swallowing hard, gathering the courage that felt like it was slipping through her fingers. There was only one way forward—facing him head-on."I'm not just an ordinary woman you married..." Her voice wavered slightly, but she forced herself to continue. "I'm a cop, Antonio."Silenc

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  • Revenge to the Mafia   Eighty Eight

    Cassandra woke up slowly, her eyelids still heavy with sleep. But her consciousness stirred the moment she felt the warmth surrounding her body.Antonio’s strong arm was wrapped tightly around her waist, as if making sure she wouldn't slip away from his side. His breath fanned softly against her neck, sending a shiver down her spine, making her heart pound in a chaotic rhythm.Last night…How did she get caught in the heat of their passion again? How did Antonio’s every touch and kiss push her to her second climax, making her surrender to the intoxicating pull she should’ve resisted? She was supposed to hate him. She was supposed to keep her distance. So why did she feel even more entangled than before?Cassandra let out a slow breath, trying to gather the strength to pull away. But before she could move, Antonio’s grip tightened around her, and his deep, husky voice brushed against her ear.“Stay a little longer.”She tensed when he pressed a soft kiss against her shoulder, his lips

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  • Revenge to the Mafia   Eighty Nine

    Cassandra swallowed hard, her body tensing as Antonio’s fingers still held her chin, forcing her to look at him. His sharp gaze stripped her bare, as if reading every secret she was trying to hide."What are you hiding, Cass?" Antonio repeated, his voice calm, but beneath it lay a real and undeniable threat.Cassandra tried to steady her erratic heartbeat. She could lie. She could say it was just an ordinary message, something unimportant. But Antonio wasn’t a fool—he could see through lies as easily as breathing.“I…” Cassandra averted her gaze, inhaling slowly to keep her voice from shaking.“It was just a message from someone… someone who reminded me of my past.” Antonio raised an eyebrow, his expression still unreadable.“From who?” Cassandra bit her lip, desperately searching for a lie that sounded believable.“An old friend… someone who warned me to be careful.”“An old friend?” Antonio narrowed his eyes.“Or someone you were planning to report me to?” Her heart dropped.Slowly,

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  • Revenge to the Mafia   Ninety

    After a night full of passion with Antonio, Cassandra woke up with her body still burning from their intimacy.The scent of the man still clung to her skin, and the warmth she felt made it even harder for her to understand her own feelings. She was caught between desire and confusion, between a love that might be an illusion and a danger that was all too real. But that morning, their peace was shattered by shocking news.While Antonio was still asleep, the sound of the television in the corner of the room caught Cassandra’s attention. A news anchor spoke in a serious tone:"This morning, residents near the dock discovered a body hanging from one of the ship’s poles. What’s shocking is that the body had no fingerprints, and its eyes had been removed. The police are still investigating, but the victim’s identity remains unknown, as all forms of identification have been deliberately erased." Cassandra froze, her hands gripping the blanket tightly.She knew who the body was. Viktor Reznov

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  • Revenge to the Mafia   Ninety One

    The evening sky over the outskirts of the city looked dark as Alexander sped through the narrow roads near the docks. The ocean breeze blew strong, carrying the scent of salt mixed with gasoline fumes from vehicles racing down the road. He glanced at the rearview mirror and felt a bad premonition.A black car with tinted windows had been tailing him for the past five minutes. This wasn’t a coincidence. Shit. They found me.Alexander tightened his grip on the steering wheel and slammed his foot on the gas. The engine roared, and his speed increased drastically. But the black car didn’t back off—they accelerated too, trying to box him in from both sides. Then came the gunfire.BANG! BANG!Bullets hit the back of his car, shattering the rear window. Alexander cursed.“Fuck!” These guys weren’t playing around.They were here to kill him. Not wanting to be an easy target, Alexander swerved left, dodging another round of bullets flying toward him. In one swift motion, he reached for his gun

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  • Revenge to the Mafia   Ninety Two

    Cassandra stretched slowly under the silk sheets, her eyes still heavy with sleep, but the sticky sensation between her thighs snapped her into full awareness.She opened her eyes slowly, only to find herself naked on a bed in complete disarray—evidence of last night’s passion still lingering in every corner of the room.Fuck.Her hands instinctively pulled the blanket up to cover her face, cursing herself for once again succumbing so easily to Antonio’s touch.She could still feel the remnants of his bites and marks of possession burning on her skin, especially around her neck and chest.This shouldn’t have happened… again. But before she could sink deeper into her regret, a deep, husky voice filled the room."Don't pretend to be shy now, my little Fox." Cassandra froze under the covers.Shit.He was already awake. Peeking from beneath the blanket, she found Antonio standing near the large window, wearing only a pair of loose sleep pants that hung dangerously low on his hips. The mor

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  • Revenge to the Mafia   Ninety Three

    Cassandra walked briskly toward the parking lot after finishing her business at the police station. Night had fallen, and the cold air bit against her skin. All along the way, an uneasy feeling coiled in her gut. She felt like she was being followed.A man in a black jacket lingered a few steps behind her. Maybe just one of Antonio’s men, assigned to keep an eye on her, she thought. But something in her instincts screamed that something was off. As she unlocked her car and slid the key into the ignition, she glanced at the rearview mirror. The man was still standing near the streetlamp, watching. Waiting. Her heartbeat quickened. Taking a deep breath, she tried to convince herself it was just paranoia."Relax, Cass," she muttered under her breath before starting the engine. She drove out of the parking lot slowly, but the tension in her chest refused to dissipate.The streets were eerily quiet, only a few cars passing in the distance. The dim city lights reflected off her windows, cas

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  • Revenge to the Mafia   Ninety Four

    Shinjuku, Tokyo – Midnight.Neon lights flickered over the dark alleyways, casting eerie glows on the damp pavement. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol, cigarettes, and blood—a silent witness to the underbelly of the city. Inside a small, hidden club buried in the depths of a narrow backstreet, a man sat in the corner, his body marked with fresh wounds, his face shadowed beneath the brim of his cap.Renjiro Takahashi. Once, he had been the most ruthless enforcer of Japan’s largest Yakuza clan. His name alone had been enough to send shivers through the criminal underworld. But tonight, he was a fugitive. Cast out after a brutal coup that had stripped him of everything. An old man, short and wrinkled, took a seat across from him, sliding a small cup of sake across the table."I heard you almost died," the old man murmured. Renjiro lifted his gaze, his eyes cold and unreadable. He grabbed the cup, downing it in one gulp."But I’m still alive." The old man smirked."And now? What

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  • Revenge to the Mafia   One Hundred Twenty

    Edward Novaries sat in his chair, his jaw clenched tight, eyes burning with madness and fury. In front of him, a group of men from various mafia organizations sat around a circular table. Some of them looked hesitant, while others stared at him with disbelief. Antonio had destroyed all his financial networks, burned his businesses to the ground.Now, he had no choice but to seek new allies. His gaze flicked to the right, where Hernando Diaz, a Colombian cartel boss, lounged lazily in his seat. Across from him sat Rafael Montenegro, head of the Spanish syndicate, arms crossed over his chest, his expression unreadable. Edward exhaled sharply before speaking.“We all have one common enemy—Antonio Franches and The Silver Thorn. If we don’t act now, he’ll take us down one by one.”Hernando scoffed.“You talk big, Edward. We all know who Antonio is and what his men are capable of. He’s not just another threat—he’s a goddamn killing machine.”“You expect us to go against a man who never fail

  • Revenge to the Mafia   One Hundred Nineteen

    Inside the secret meeting room, the air was thick with tension. Dim lights cast shadows over the serious faces surrounding the massive mahogany table. Antonio’s five top agents—Marcus, Ben, Dominic, Silvio, and Luca—sat with tense expressions, ready to take orders from their leader. But tonight, there was someone different in the room. Cassandra. Normally, Antonio wouldn’t allow her to be part of meetings like this. But tonight was different. She was the only living witness to the tragic accident that took her parents' lives. Antonio wanted her here—to hear firsthand how they were going to hunt Edward Novaries down and drag him out of whatever hole he was hiding in. Cassandra sat beside Antonio, her hands clenched in her lap, trying to conceal the nervousness creeping into her. Marcus, Antonio’s most trusted man, started the discussion.“Edward keeps slipping through our fingers. We almost had him after the tanker explosion, but he got away.”Dominic took a slow sip of his coffee, his

  • Revenge to the Mafia   One Hundred Eighteen

    The dark night sky was illuminated by the faint glow of city lights. The cold air was biting, but nothing could compare to the heat of tension that surrounded the scene. The sound of police sirens grew louder, inching closer with every second, signaling that Edward Novaries' time was running out. With steady breaths and an unshaken expression, Edward assessed his surroundings. A few of Antonio’s men remained in their battle-ready positions, but they knew the police would be there any moment. Antonio, injured but standing tall, clutched his throbbing arm from the previous fight. His eyes burned with fury as he stared at Edward.“You have nowhere to run, Edward.”Edward simply smirked, as if he still held control of the situation.“Antonio, Antonio… You still think this is a game you can win?”He sighed.“I’ve always been one step ahead of you.”Cassandra, standing beside Alexander, clenched her fists.“You’re a coward! All you do is hide behind your dirty tricks!”Edward turned his gaz

  • Revenge to the Mafia   One Hundred Seventeen

    The sky was still gray as Cassandra and Alexander left Aunt Marrie’s house. The remnants of last night’s rain lingered on the streets, making the air cooler and damp. Trees along the road dripped with water, their leaves still wet. Cassandra sat quietly in the passenger seat, her gaze vacant as she stared out the window. Her heart was a storm of fear and determination. She was getting closer to uncovering the truth, but she also knew that each step forward brought her into more danger than she had ever imagined. Alexander, driving with sharp focus, stole occasional glances at her. He understood how heavy this journey was for Cassandra."We can stop now if you want, Cass,"Alexander said softly but firmly."This isn’t an easy road."Cassandra turned to him, her eyes burning with unshakable resolve."I’m not stopping, Alex," she said firmly."Not until I find out who killed them."Alexander studied her for a moment before sighing. He knew she wouldn’t change her mind."Alright. But prom

  • Revenge to the Mafia   One Hundred Sixteen

    Cassandra stood on Aunt Marrie’s porch, staring at the dark sky with empty eyes. The night wind blew through her loose hair, but she barely felt it. Her mind was consumed by one thing—the bitter truth that her parents had never truly been free from the world they tried to leave behind. Behind her, footsteps approached. Alexander appeared, carrying two cups of hot tea."You haven’t come inside,"he said, his voice soft but watchful."It’s freezing out here."Cassandra didn’t respond right away. She took the cup without looking, taking a small sip. The warmth should have spread through her body, but the cold inside her refused to leave."They just wanted a normal life," she murmured finally, pain thick in her voice."But they were never allowed to escape."Alexander stood beside her, gazing out at the empty street."Cass…"He hesitated before saying,"I know this hurts. But if you want answers, we can start digging into their past."Cassandra tightened her grip on the cup."I have to fi

  • Revenge to the Mafia   One Hundred Fiveteen

    Alexander’s car sped down the empty road toward the small village where Aunt Marrie lived. Inside the vehicle, Cassandra sat silently, her eyes gazing out the window while her mind wandered far away. Her fingers fidgeted on her lap, restless, reflecting the chaos in her thoughts. Alexander glanced at her briefly, noticing the unease she made no effort to hide."I don’t know if I’m ready to hear this,"Cassandra finally spoke, her voice quiet and uncertain. Alexander kept his eyes on the road, but his voice was steady."It’s better you know now than spend the rest of your life wondering."Cassandra took a deep breath, trying to steady herself."I’m just afraid… what if the truth is worse than I imagined?"Alexander finally turned to her, his eyes serious, filled with something Cassandra couldn’t quite decipher."No matter what it is, I’ll be here with you."Cassandra swallowed hard. Alexander had always been there for her. No matter how many times she ignored him, pushed him away, even

  • Revenge to the Mafia   One Hundred Fourteen

    NYPD Headquarters –The Second Shocking Package That morning, Cassandra sat at her desk, her eyes still locked onto the documents she had received days ago. The truth about her parents’ deaths lingered in her mind like an unshakable fog. Even now, she didn’t know whether to trust Antonio or the documents she had been given. But everything changed when a mail officer arrived at her office again."Detective Cassandra, there’s another package for you."Cassandra frowned, her head snapping up."What?"Another package? The officer placed a plain brown box on her desk, just like the last one—no postage stamps, no sender information. Her heartbeat quickened as she reached for it. With trembling hands, Cassandra ripped open the seal and lifted the lid. Inside was a thick stack of documents, even more disturbing than the first. Her eyes scanned the bold text on the first page:"Subject: Marvin Carter""Status: Trusted Agent of The Silver Thorn"Cassandra’s eyes widened. No… this couldn’t be… H

  • Revenge to the Mafia   One Hundred Thirteen

    New York –The City Rising from Darkness Weeks after the downfall of Leonardo’s Mafia, New York was finally beginning to rise from the ruins of chaos. Citizens who had once fled returned to the city, trying to rebuild the lives they had left behind. Destroyed offices were being renovated, businesses were reopening, and the once bloodstained streets were now filled with pedestrians again. The media headlines painted a narrative of victory."NYPD Successfully Fights Crime and Restores Peace!""Leonardo and His Criminal Empire Crumble – New York is Safe Again!"On television screens, Police Commissioner O’Connor was seen smiling triumphantly as he accepted an award from the Mayor of New York. Meanwhile, in one of the skyscrapers overlooking the entire city, Antonio Franches sat leisurely on the balcony of his mansion. He gazed at the city he had saved, but there were no awards for him. No speeches, no medals. That’s just how the world worked. Marcus arrived with a bottle of whiskey, pour

  • Revenge to the Mafia   One Hundred Twelve

    Back at the Mansion –A Calming Night The night air was cold as Antonio’s car finally passed through the gates of his mansion. From a distance, several of Antonio’s men stood on high alert, ready to welcome their leader home. Marcus quickly stepped beside the car as Antonio opened the door, gently pulling Cassandra out. Cassandra looked exhausted, her face slightly pale after hours on that desolate island. But the moment she gazed at Antonio, her eyes filled with warmth and gratitude."You’re safe now,"Antonio whispered, his hand still gripping her waist firmly. Cassandra gave a small nod, still feeling the tension lingering in her body. Marcus observed them for a moment before speaking."Boss, we still need to stay on guard. Leonardo could retaliate at any moment."Antonio nodded without taking his eyes off Cassandra."Increase security around the mansion. Make sure no one gets close without my knowledge."Marcus nodded and immediately relayed orders to the rest of the team. Meanwhi

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