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Cassandra sat lost in thought at her desk, staring blankly at her computer screen displaying the last files on Cale Callaghan. Her hand propped up her chin as her mind raced in circles. Cale's death had hit hard, shattering all the plans and leads she had meticulously gathered.

Cassandra had intended to connect this case to Antonio Franches. She was convinced Cale held the answers regarding Antonio’s involvement in Michael Foster’s murder. But now, with Cale’s sudden and mysterious death, everything felt chaotic. The more she thought about it, the more frustrated she became. She opened an electronic file on her computer, browsing through Cale’s interrogation notes and the reports on illegal transactions she had uncovered.

There was no direct evidence pointing to Antonio, but Cassandra knew—there was something beneath the surface. Cale wouldn’t have just given up and committed suicide. In her head, she replayed everything. What if someone had forced Cale to stay silent? Or, worse, what if an insider had staged his death as a suicide?

Cassandra’s logic worked quickly, but without solid evidence, this was all just speculation. Outside the office window, the sky was turning gray, signaling that rain would soon fall.

The creak of a chair from the neighboring desk made Cassandra turn slightly. Her colleagues were busy with their own work, none seeming to notice the frustration she was experiencing. Cassandra sighed deeply, leaned back in her chair, and massaged her temples. Just as she thought that maybe she needed a short break, a cool, sweet aroma suddenly reached her.

Alexander appeared silently, sitting in the chair across from Cassandra with a faint smile on his face. "You look like you need this," he said, handing her an iced chocolate drink.

Cassandra looked at the plastic cup Alex held out. The cold chocolate drink with whipped cream on top looked tempting. A small smile appeared at the corner of Cassandra’s mouth, though her thoughts were still heavy. "Trying to bribe me?" she half-joked, taking the iced chocolate and slowly swirling it in her hand.

"Think of it as moral support," Alexander replied casually. "We all know you’re going to need plenty of it before today ends."

Cassandra nodded slowly, feeling a bit of comfort from Alex’s presence, even though her problems were still piling up in front of her.

Alexander leaned back in his chair casually, observing Cassandra as she stared at the iced chocolate in her hand. He knew well how Cassandra could become absorbed in her work, diving so deeply that she often forgot her body and mind had limits.

"You know," Alexander finally said, his tone light but caring, "if you keep going like this, you’re going to get sick, Cass."

Cassandra looked up, her tired but determined eyes meeting Alexander’s. "I’m fine," she replied quickly, though her tone wasn’t entirely convincing.

Alexander gave a faint smile, crossing his arms over his chest. "That’s what you always say. And every time you say you’re fine, it means you’re ignoring something important—like rest and food."

Cassandra sighed, placing the iced chocolate on the table with a small thud. She knew Alex was right, but her mind was still consumed by the unsolved mysteries. Everything felt urgent—Cale Callaghan’s case, Antonio Franches’ involvement, and Michael Foster’s death.

How could she rest when every minute felt like a wasted opportunity?

"I can’t stop now, Alex. You know that," she said quietly. Her eyes drifted back to the computer screen, as if hoping the answers she sought would suddenly appear. "I’m so close to connecting everything… It feels like I’m just one step away."

Alexander tilted his head, his gaze softening. "Cass, I know you’re stubborn. And I know you care deeply about this case. But it won’t do any good if you keep pushing yourself until you collapse."

Cassandra closed her eyes for a moment, trying to absorb Alexander’s words. She knew her friend wasn’t wrong. She had experienced bad days before—days when her body gave up because she was too focused on working non-stop.

"It doesn’t mean you have to stop completely," Alexander added, his tone gentler now. "But at least give yourself a little time. You need a clear mind to solve this, Cass."

Cassandra opened her eyes, looking at Alexander with a weak but genuine smile. "You care too much, Alex," she said softly, a hint of gratitude in her voice.

Alexander chuckled. "Someone has to care, right? And it just so happens that someone is me."

Cassandra’s smile grew a bit wider, if only briefly. She realized that amidst all the chaos, she still had people who cared about her. It wasn’t something to be taken for granted.

"Thank you, Alex," she finally said sincerely. "I appreciate your concern."

Alexander shrugged lightly, then grinned. "Whenever you need me, you know where to find me." Cassandra nodded slowly.

At least, for a moment, she didn’t feel alone in the battle she was facing.

Cassandra had just taken a sip of the iced chocolate when her phone vibrated on the desk. The screen lit up, displaying a name that instantly made her heart race—Antonio Franches.

A short text message appeared on the screen:

"We need to talk. Meet me tonight at La Marque Restaurant, 8 p.m. Don’t be late."

Cassandra frowned. The message felt more like a command than an invitation. Torn between curiosity and caution, she wondered what Antonio actually wanted from her. The message came at an inconvenient time—just when Cale Callaghan’s case was growing more tangled and suspicious.

Her fingers hovered over the phone screen, hesitating whether to reply or ignore the message. Antonio wasn’t known for his patience. But meeting him unprepared wasn’t a wise move either.

Behind Antonio’s charismatic facade, Cassandra knew there was a dangerous figure capable of changing everything in an instant. She set the phone back on the table, this time more forcefully than she intended, catching Alexander’s attention.

"What’s wrong?" Alex asked, raising an eyebrow, clearly noticing the change in Cassandra’s expression.

"Nothing," Cassandra answered quickly, though her tone was a bit tense.

Alexander tilted his head, his eyes narrowing with curiosity. "You don’t look like someone who just got a message from ‘nothing.’ Who was it, Cass?"

Cassandra tried to stay calm, but Alexander’s sharp gaze made her feel increasingly uneasy. She knew Alex wasn’t easily fooled, yet Cassandra couldn’t let anyone know about her meeting with Antonio—not even Alex. "It’s just Jessica," Cassandra lied with a forced casual tone. "She wants to know when we can hang out again."

Alexander frowned, seemingly not entirely convinced. "Jessica again? You two always have something weird going on, huh?"

Cassandra chuckled softly, though there was no humor in it. "Jessica’s full of surprises," she said, trying to divert Alex’s attention.

Alexander finally shrugged and leaned back in his chair. "Alright. If it’s Jessica, I won’t ask further. But make sure she doesn’t drag you into another mess."

"Of course."

Alex looked at her for a moment with a caring expression, then walked away with a casual stride.

Cassandra watched Alex’s retreating figure, then picked up the iced chocolate, swirling it in her hand. Tonight would be a long night, and she still didn’t know exactly what to expect from the meeting with Antonio.

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  • Revenge to the Mafia   Sixteen

    Antonio Franches sat in his black leather chair, slowly spinning the ring on his finger. His office was dimly lit, with only the soft glow of a desk lamp illuminating the stacks of files on the mahogany desk. Antonio’s face remained cold, emotionless, but his sharp gaze conveyed an aura of unbroken control.In the silence, the office door opened with a soft click. A tall man with neatly cropped dark hair stepped in—it was Ben, his right-hand man, the one who always carried out orders without question. Without any pleasantries, Ben approached, slipping his hands into his pants pockets and reporting in a low tone, "Cale Callaghan is dead in custody."Antonio lifted his icy gaze, showing no sign of surprise, as though he’d predicted this outcome long before Ben reported it. He leaned back in his chair with slow movements, turning the ring on his finger once more, this time with a slower rhythm, as if counting time in his mind. "What’s the status?" Antonio asked, his voice low and control

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  • Revenge to the Mafia   Seventeen

    Cassandra stepped into La Marque restaurant, wearing a knee-length red dress that hugged her curves perfectly. Her long, dark hair was left loose, softly wavy and falling just to her shoulders, adding an elegant touch to her appearance.Each step was accompanied by the soft sound of her heels clicking against the marble floor, creating a rhythm that seemed to affirm her presence. Under the dim light of crystal chandeliers, Cassandra looked stunning, like someone meant to be the center of attention. But the room was empty—no other guests, no bustle. She could only hear the soft rustling of satin curtains and the faint clinking of dishes from the distant kitchen.Cassandra paused briefly at the entrance of the restaurant. Her eyes scanned every corner, looking for any signs of activity beyond herself and the staff moving in the shadows. The large room with its neatly arranged round tables felt strange in its emptiness, as if it had been prepared for one special event.A small smile play

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  • Revenge to the Mafia   Eighteen

    CHAPTER 18The wedding day had arrived. Antonio stood at the altar of the small church he had rented, wearing his characteristic arrogant smile. He donned a perfectly tailored black suit, as if his body was wrapped in sharp architecture full of control.The room was filled with guests, most of them his well-dressed business associates, faces that signified they were important people in Antonio's world. They all smiled, shook hands with one another, as if this was an exclusive party—not merely a celebration of love, but a declaration of power.Cassandra arrived alone, without a companion or family. She wore a white gown that flowed gracefully, sweeping the floor, with delicate lace on the sleeves and neckline that exuded quiet yet cold elegance. Sunlight streaming through the church's stained glass windows refracted on her dress, making her appear as if she were glowing. But no smile graced her face; only a guarded, cold gaze in her eyes, as if she were trying to keep her distance from

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  • Revenge to the Mafia   Nineteen

    After the formal event ended, Cassandra quickly made her way to the restroom, seeking an escape from the suffocating atmosphere that still clung to her skin. The long white gown she wore swayed lightly with her hurried steps, as if amplifying the panic in her heart, desperate to calm her shattered emotions. Once inside the empty restroom, she shut the door behind her and leaned against the marble sink, staring at her reflection, tired and cold, in the mirror.Cassandra closed her eyes, taking deep breaths to release the tension in her chest. The memory of Antonio’s sudden kiss still burned on her lips. She tried to erase the feeling from herself, but no matter how hard she tried, the image of that kiss refused to fade. She swallowed hard, cursing herself for losing control even for a moment.“Stupid! How could you let him touch you like that?” she whispered angrily to herself, her lips trembling. What might have seemed romantic to others felt like fire, burning her heart with rage. Be

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  • Revenge to the Mafia   Twenty

    CHAPTER 20Cassandra sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor with a vacant expression. Inside her chest, sadness mixed with anger churned relentlessly. She struggled to hold back her tears, trying to bury her emotions deep within. But her thoughts kept returning to this marriage, to the bond that now tied her to Antonio, the man she hated most. Her hands clenched in her lap, nails digging into her skin, as she sought control over the escalating unease consuming her.Across the room, Antonio placed several folders on the table, closing them with swift and deliberate movements. His suit was slightly wrinkled, yet he still exuded the intimidating aura of a commanding man. After setting down the documents, Antonio loosened his tie, pulling it off with one strong tug, then unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time. Cassandra glanced at him briefly, then quickly turned away, feeling a mix of disgust and helplessness at the situation.Antonio looked at her with an inscrutable gaze,

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  • Revenge to the Mafia   Twenty One

    CHAPTER 21Antonio grinned with satisfaction, secretly enjoying his manipulation of Cassandra. In the dimly lit luxury apartment, with mahogany-paneled walls and priceless paintings hanging as silent witnesses to his deceitful games, Cassandra stood by the window. Her eyes were fixed on the twinkling city lights below. The cold night air seeped in through the window gap, brushing her skin, but it was nothing compared to the chilling presence of Antonio."Cassandra," Antonio's voice broke the silence, a soft whisper laced with threat. "I hope you realize your performance earlier was very impressive. But don’t think you can play games with me."Cassandra swallowed hard, trying to maintain her composed expression. She turned and met Antonio’s gaze with a calculating look. "I only acted as you asked, Antonio. I know how to play this role."Antonio's gaze hardened, and with a swift step, he closed the distance, cornering Cassandra against the wall. Her heart pounded rapidly, but she showed

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  • Revenge to the Mafia   Twenty Two

    CHAPTER 22Antonio’s kiss deepened, his lips demanding and dominant, as if he was staking a claim over Cassandra. Her hands, initially stiff and trembling, gradually fell to her sides. Her mind screamed for her to pull away, to resist the trap she could see forming around her, but her body betrayed her. The knife she had clung to was now a distant memory, forgotten on the carpet. She could feel the intensity of his touch, the heat radiating from his skin.Every kiss, every move of his hands seemed calculated to break down her defenses. And it worked. Somewhere between the fire of his lips and the weight of his body pressing against hers, Cassandra’s resolve crumbled completely. She hated herself for letting it happen, hated the way her body responded to Antonio’s every move. Antonio lifted her, carrying her to the bed, and as he laid her down, the luxurious bedding seemed to mock her.This was not how she imagined her first time—not here, not with him. But her protests never reached h

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  • Revenge to the Mafia   Twenty Three

    CHAPTER 23The morning air was crisp as Cassandra stepped out of her apartment, her mind still overshadowed by the events of the night before. Each step felt like walking through quicksand as she made her way to the police station where she worked. The bustling city around her was nothing more than background noise, drowned out by the storm raging inside her.When she arrived at the station, her face had hardened into a stony expression. Instead of heading straight to her desk, she walked toward the small garden in the back. The place was quiet, a rare pocket of serenity amidst the chaos of her life. She sat on one of the wooden benches, her hands tightly clasped in her lap, her eyes blankly staring at the grass beneath her feet.“Cassandra!” a familiar voice broke her thoughts.She looked up to see Alexander approaching, a warm smile on his face and a steaming cup of hot chocolate in his hand. His chestnut hair caught the sunlight, and the warmth in his eyes seemed to melt away a sli

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  • Revenge to the Mafia   Eighty Four

    Chapter 84Cassandra opened the bathroom door with a heavy heart, her mind still clouded by her conversation with Alexander. The sound of water dripping from the faucet accompanied her steps as she opened the laundry basket to check the clothes needing washing. But as her eyes fell on the pile inside, they widened in shock.On top of the pile lay Antonio’s white shirt, stained with blood. The red marks were stark, even though some had started to dry. Cassandra’s heart sank. Her hands trembled as she picked up the shirt for a closer look. There was no doubt—it was blood. A lot of it.She stood frozen, holding the shirt in her hands. What had Antonio done? Was this his own blood, or... someone else’s? Questions swirled in her mind, but she knew she wouldn’t find answers just standing there. Quickly, Cassandra rolled the shirt into a bundle and scanned the room, her mind racing to find a safe place to hide it.Walking out of the bathroom, Cassandra carried the shirt to the bedroom. She o

  • Revenge to the Mafia   Eighty Three

    Chapter 83The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the living room. Cassandra stirred slightly, her head resting on Antonio’s chest, lulled by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. She blinked a few times, realizing they had fallen asleep together on the sofa. Antonio’s arm was still draped protectively around her, his face serene and unguarded in sleep.For a moment, Cassandra hesitated, gazing at him. In this vulnerable state, Antonio seemed different—less guarded, almost tender. A faint smile appeared on Cassandra’s lips as she gently slid out of his embrace. She reached for the folded blanket nearby and carefully covered him, her fingers pausing briefly on his shoulder.“Sleep well,” she murmured softly before heading upstairs.When Antonio woke up, the blanket still covered him, and the living room was silent. He glanced around, his senses sharpening as he realized Cassandra was no longer there. Stretching his limbs, he stood and walked toward

  • Revenge to the Mafia   Eighty Two

    Chapter 82The dimly lit warehouse smelled of metal and dampness, the oppressive silence broken only by the occasional drip of water echoing in the distance. At the center of the room, Viktor Reznov and Thomas Rivera were tightly bound to metal chairs, their faces lined with tension and bruises. Marcus stood nearby, his large frame exuding a cold authority, while Ben paced back and forth, his expression clouded with thought.Ben’s gaze shifted toward the two men, his jaw tightening. “This is truly unbelievable,” he said, his voice a mix of disbelief and disappointment. “Antonio gave both of you a chance—a way out of ruin. He loaned you capital to build your businesses, and this is how you repay him?”Viktor sneered, refusing to meet Ben’s eyes. Beside him, Thomas glared at Ben with undisguised disdain. “Spare me your lecture,” Thomas rasped, his voice hoarse. “Antonio is nothing more than a loan shark. Sure, he lent us money, but the interest he charged? Outrageous.”Ben stopped pacin

  • Revenge to the Mafia   Eighty One

    Chapter 81That morning, soft sunlight filtered through the curtains of Cassandra's room. Antonio sat in the chair by the bed, his gaze fixed on his wife, who was still sound asleep. Thoughts of looming threats weighed heavily on his mind, but watching Cassandra sleep peacefully gave him the strength he needed.A soft knock on the door made Antonio turn his head. He stood and walked out cautiously so as not to wake Cassandra. In the hallway, Marcus was waiting, his expression tense.“Sir, we have new developments,” he said in a low voice. “We managed to unlock the burner phone found in Thomas’s pocket.”Antonio nodded, signaling Marcus to continue.“There were several encrypted messages, but one name appeared repeatedly: Viktor Reznov. We believe he’s the mastermind behind all of this.”The name made Antonio pause. Viktor Reznov wasn’t just another name in the criminal underworld; he was someone with a fearsome reputation. Antonio realized that this wasn’t an ordinary threat.“Where w

  • Revenge to the Mafia   Eighty

    Chapter 80The old docks were shrouded in fog, the salty air heavy with the stench of decay. Antonio’s men had surrounded the warehouse, their movements precise and silent. Inside, tension crackled like electricity in the air. Thomas, cornered and desperate, gripped a hidden blade beneath his coat, his mind racing with thoughts of escape—or revenge.Antonio entered the dimly lit warehouse, his sharp footsteps echoing off the walls. Behind him, Ben followed cautiously, his eyes scanning the room for threats. Marcus and a few other men spread out, forming a loose perimeter around Thomas.“It’s over, Thomas,” Antonio said, his voice calm yet threatening. “You have no way out.”Thomas’s eyes darted between Antonio and the others. “No way out?” he sneered, attempting to mask his fear with false bravado. “You think you’ve won? You don’t even know who you’re up against.”Antonio stepped closer, his gaze unwavering. “Then tell me. Who are they? Who’s pulling your strings?”Thomas hesitated, b

  • Revenge to the Mafia   Seventy Nine

    Chapter 79The dim light in the warehouse flickered, casting long shadows across the cold cement floor. Antonio stood near a stack of crates, his fingers brushing the edge of his jacket. He motioned for Ben to approach. Ben stepped forward cautiously, sensing the weight of the conversation that was about to take place.“Ben,” Antonio began, his voice low but firm. “I need your honest opinion. What do you think about today’s situation?”Ben’s brow furrowed. He had always been loyal to Antonio, not just as a secretary but as someone who deeply understood the complexities of Antonio’s world. “Sir, with all due respect, it’s not the situation itself that worries me.” He paused, choosing his words carefully. “It’s you.”Antonio raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued but not offended. “Go on.”Ben took a deep breath. “You’ve changed, Antonio. Ever since Cassandra came into your life, your priorities have shifted. It’s understandable, but it’s also dangerous. You’re putting her above everythin

  • Revenge to the Mafia   Seventy Eight

    Chapter 78Antonio and Cassandra arrived at the grand estate that served as their residence. The large iron gates closed behind them with a resounding clang as the car stopped in the driveway. Antonio stepped out first, quickly moving to Cassandra's side to help her out of the car."Cass, are you sure you're okay?" he asked, his eyes scanning her face for any signs of discomfort.Cassandra nodded, offering a faint smile. "I'm fine, Antonio. Really. Just a bit tired.""Let's get you inside so you can rest," Antonio's voice was soft, but there was a commanding tone that left no room for argument.Once inside, Cassandra sank onto the plush couch in the living room. The warm light from the chandelier above cast a soothing glow, but the tension between them remained palpable. Antonio paced for a moment before suddenly stopping."Cass," he began seriously, "I need to step out for a while. There are some things I need to handle with my men. The situation from earlier needs to be addressed im

  • Revenge to the Mafia   Seventy Seven

    Chapter 77"Call for the backup car now!" Ben spoke firmly over the phone, his voice echoing amidst the chaos. He stood tall at the scene of the accident, his eyes fixed sharply on the black car speeding away in the distance. It didn’t take long before two other black cars arrived, speeding and stopping right in front of them.“Mr. Antonio, Miss Cassandra, please get into the first car. I’ll go after that vehicle,” Ben said, swiftly opening the car door.Antonio helped Cassandra, who still looked a bit shaken. “Cass, let’s go. We need to get to the hospital,” he said, his tone both firm and gentle. He ensured Cassandra got into the car safely before turning to Ben. “Be careful, Ben. Don’t let anything happen to you.”Ben nodded confidently. “Don’t worry, sir. I’ll make sure they don’t get away.” With that, he got into the second car and sped off, following the trail of the car that had hit them.Inside the car, Cassandra held Antonio’s hand tightly. “Antonio, are you sure we need to g

  • Revenge to the Mafia   Seventy Six

    CHAPTER 76That morning, the sunlight streamed softly through the large window of Antonio and Cassandra’s bedroom. Cassandra woke up earlier than usual. She was still reminiscing about the warmth of the previous night, but a sense of curiosity crept into her heart. Antonio, who usually woke up early for work, was still sound asleep beside her. His peaceful face made Cassandra smile slightly.When Antonio finally woke up, he looked at Cassandra tenderly. “Morning, my love. Have you been up long?”Cassandra shook her head with a smile. “Just now.”Antonio sat up, tidied his slightly messy hair, and suddenly seemed to remember something. With a burst of energy, he got out of bed and walked toward the large wardrobe in the corner of the room.“What are you doing?” Cassandra asked, her tone puzzled, as she followed Antonio’s movements with her eyes.Antonio didn’t answer. He opened one of the wardrobe doors, reached inside, and pulled out a large maroon box decorated with a gold ribbon. Hi

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