The Morano mansion was cloaked in tension that refused to lift.
Every corridor whispered Luca's name, every servant's bow carried unease, and every rumor of betrayal gnawed at his resolve.
He had always been a man of iron—cold, calculated, unshakable.
But this time, Fredo's idea pierced through the armor he had built around himself.
"A fake marriage".....
Does this make sense? Will Alessia hate me more? Will she come back or not, am I been right or wrong? What if the idea messes up the whole plan. I can't afford to loose Alessia.
The suggestion lingered like poison in Luca's veins.
At first, he had dismissed it with his usual sharpness, brushing Fredo off with a glare that could cut glass. But the more he tried to bury it, the louder it echoed.
A marriage alliance with Hikky, the daughter of a rival mafia boss—an agreement that would bring peace, silence the guns, and stabilize their fragile empire.
And yet, the cost was Alessia..... Always Alessia.
