Semua Bab The Heart of the Mafia Twin: Bab 71 - Bab 80

The sun cast long shadows over the exclusive golf course, the pristine green stretching endlessly under the warm afternoon sky. Valentin Marconi stood on the edge of the course, dressed in a tailored golf outfit, yet his mind was far from the game. He tapped his club against his shoe absently as he watched his business associate take a swing, sending the golf ball flying across the open field. Beside him stood Enrico D’Angelo, the head of another powerful mafia family. Unlike Marconi, Enrico had no interest in golf, but he understood the importance of playing along with the charade. Here, among the wealthiest businessmen and politicians, deals were made under the guise of harmless sportsmanship. Marconi exhaled slowly, eyes narrowed. “Artemis Robinson… he wasn’t supposed to come back.” Enrico took a sip of his whiskey, his eyes sharp beneath the brim of his expensive hat. “Things don’t always go according to plan, Valentin. You should know that by now.” Marconi clenched his jaw. “

The soft hum of the city below provided a muted backdrop to the storm brewing inside the penthouse suite. The space was luxurious yet impersonal, the kind of temporary home suited for a man who never truly settled. Artemis stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing out at the cityscape, hands in his pockets. His broad shoulders remained relaxed, but Alexander knew his brother well enough to recognize the tension in his stance. Alexander, on the other hand, sat stiffly on the plush leather couch, gripping the photos Alan Fowl had given him. His knuckles were white, the edges of the photos slightly bent from the pressure of his grip. He hadn’t spoken since entering the suite, but Artemis knew why he was here. “Go ahead,” Artemis said without turning. “Say what you need to say.” Alexander exhaled sharply, his patience already running thin. “I just came from Alan Fowl.” At that, Artemis turned his head slightly, an amused smirk ghosting his lips. “I see Klarisse’s father has been d

The grand dining hall of the Fowl Estate was alive with conversation and laughter, the clinking of silverware against fine china providing a pleasant backdrop to what seemed like a normal family dinner. To an outsider, it was nothing more than an intimate gathering of the Robinson and Fowl families, a tradition they had long upheld. But beneath the surface, there was a tension—one that only those seated at the table fully understood. The purpose of this dinner was not just to enjoy a meal together. Tonight was about strategy, about cementing the next steps that would secure their family's strength and control while keeping their enemies, particularly the Marconis, unsuspecting. Alexander sat at the head of the table, his posture composed but commanding. Klarisse was by his side, her hand resting gently on his arm as a silent show of support. Across from them sat Artemis, his expression unreadable, but his presence at this table signified one thing—he was back in the fold. Bronson R

The private dining hall of the exclusive Italian restaurant was dimly lit, the golden glow of chandeliers reflecting off the deep mahogany walls. A long, polished table stretched across the center of the room, set with the finest crystal glasses and silverware. The atmosphere was thick with an unspoken tension, each man seated at the table fully aware that the words exchanged tonight carried more weight than the luxurious setting suggested. Alexander Robinson sat at the head of the table, his expression calm and composed, his dark eyes giving away nothing. At his right sat Artemis, his elder brother, yet tonight he played the role of a subordinate—an illusion carefully constructed to deceive the men they sat across from. On the opposite side of the table was Valentin Marconi, dressed impeccably in a tailored charcoal suit, his fingers lazily tracing the rim of his wine glass. Beside him, his son Luca, younger but just as ruthless, smirked as if he were enjoying a private joke. And t

The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm golden glow over the city skyline. It was a rare moment of peace, a well-deserved break from the constant game of power plays and deception that Alexander and Artemis had been navigating. They both knew they were being watched—every move scrutinized by the Marconi family and their allies. That was precisely why they needed this evening. A double date. It was Klarisse’s idea, really. After days of tension and calculated moves, she had convinced Alexander that a little normalcy would be good for them. Artemis, who had been skeptical at first, quickly agreed when he realized Allie would be part of the plan. Now, as the sleek black Rolls-Royce pulled up in front of an exclusive rooftop restaurant, the anticipation in the air was palpable. Alexander stepped out first, walking around the car to open Klarisse’s door. She smiled up at him, looking effortlessly elegant in a soft beige dress that hugged her figure. Though she had given birth to t