Lahat ng Kabanata ng Beneath the Shadows: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Enzo sat at his desk, flipping through a newspaper, his jaw tightening as he read the headline.FORMER UNDERWORLD FIGURE TURNED BUSINESSMAN—CAN A LEOPARD REALLY CHANGE ITS SPOTS?The article went into detail about his past—his connections to the mafia, his leadership under the Falcone name, the violence, the power struggles. There were no outright accusations, but the implications were clear: Could someone like Enzo Falcone truly go legitimate?Federico stormed into the office, slamming the door behind him. “Have you seen this crap?” He threw the paper onto Enzo’s desk, eyes blazing.Enzo exhaled. “Yeah.”“This is deliberate,” Federico spat. “Someone fed them this. This isn’t just some journalist digging around—it’s a hit piece.”Enzo nodded. “I know.”Federico paced, running a hand through his hair. “I bet it’s Rossi.”Enzo’s gaze darkened. Carlo Rossi, their biggest competitor in the commercial real estate sector, had been circling them like a shark for weeks. He had old money, deep

The office was quiet except for the rhythmic clicking of Enzo’s pen against the desk. Federico sat across from him, arms crossed, scowling at the file between them.“This doesn’t make sense,” Federico muttered, shaking his head. “We were supposed to close the East River deal next week. Now, somehow, Valente’s already signed with them?”Enzo’s jaw clenched. “They knew exactly what we were offering.”Federico exhaled sharply. “Which means someone gave them that information.”Enzo leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing. “We have a leak.”Federico let out a bitter chuckle. “You sure you don’t miss the old days? Back then, we knew how to deal with rats.”Enzo shot him a sharp look. “That’s not who we are anymore.”Federico scoffed. “Yeah? Because from where I’m sitting, it looks like playing by the rules is just getting us screwed over.”Enzo ignored him, flipping through the contract details again. His mind was already working through possibilities. Only a handful of people had access t

Sienna was sitting in the office, reviewing contracts, when a knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. She frowned, expecting Enzo, but when she opened it, her stomach twisted. Alessandro stood there, leaning casually against the frame, his smirk both familiar and infuriating."Miss me, sweetheart?" he drawled.Sienna's grip on the door tightened. "What do you want? Enzo’s not here.""Yeah, I know." He pushed past her into the office. "That’s why I came now. We need to talk."She turned sharply, watching him as he moved around the space like he owned it. "We have nothing to talk about. Whatever scam you’re running this time, I want no part of it."Alessandro chuckled, tapping his fingers on the desk. "You always did have a sharp tongue. I raised you too well. But let’s not pretend I don’t know why you and your boyfriend are playing house here. You think you’re safe? That Enzo can just walk away from the world he came from?"Sienna’s patience snapped. "Get out. And for the recor

Enzo stared at the thick envelope in his hands, his name scrawled across the front in an elegant, familiar handwriting. The lawyer sitting across from him, a thin man with silver-rimmed glasses, cleared his throat. "Mr. Falcone, I understand this comes as a surprise, but your mentor, Rafael Marino, left very specific instructions. He wanted you to have this." Sienna sat beside Enzo, her fingers lightly brushing his arm in silent support. "What exactly is this?" she asked, her voice calm but cautious. The lawyer folded his hands over the desk. "It’s an inheritance. Properties, businesses—legitimate ones—Marino acquired over the years. He left them all to Enzo." Enzo frowned. "Why? I hadn’t spoken to him in years." The lawyer adjusted his glasses. "Because he believed in you. He saw you trying to get out, to build something different. He wanted to give you a chance to do it without being constantly dragged back into the past." Silence stretched between them. Enzo turned the e

The soft clinking of glasses filled the private dining room as Enzo, Federico, and their newest business partners celebrated. The air was thick with the scent of expensive whiskey and success.“To the future,” Federico said, lifting his glass.“To a clean future,” Enzo corrected, meeting his brother-in-law’s gaze.Federico smirked. “Yeah, yeah. To a clean future.”Across the table sat Louis Marcone, a real estate mogul, and Armand Leclair, a high-end logistics investor. Two men who, six months ago, wouldn’t have touched Enzo Blackwood with a ten-foot pole.And yet, here they were, signing deals that would cement Blackwood Holdings as a legitimate empire.Louis swirled his drink, studying Enzo. “I have to say, when I first heard you wanted into luxury real estate, I had my doubts.”Armand chuckled. “We all did.”Enzo leaned back, his expression unreadable. “Yet here we are.”Louis nodded. “Yes, here we are. And with the way things are moving, you’ll be one of the most powerful names in