Alex and Luca arrived at the front of a building, its towering height resembling that of a skyscraper. On the sleek, glass wall of the building was a 3D inscription that read, "M. Famiglia." At that moment, Alex knew they had arrived at the right place.The front of the building was eerily silent, void of any pedestrians. The only figures present were men in suits standing as security by the entrance, their presence marked by guns strapped visibly to their knees in sleek holsters. The atmosphere was tense, the kind that made anyone think twice before approaching.Alex’s gaze drifted across the narrow one-way street that the building overlooked. Parked in a neat row, he noticed three distinct reporter vans.“TNT…”“NTA…”“CCC…”He muttered the names written boldly on the vehicles under his breath, a quiet smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. It was clear. The press had gathered inside the M. Famiglia building, likely to interview Michael. His instincts told him the game was about

“What?” Lord Famiglia exclaimed at the dining table. He was eating an apple with a table knife and sipping his wine to wash it down when he heard the news.“What?” he screamed again. In his sixties, he was clearly preparing to retire from the drama surrounding his business.To him, the mafia business was a life-threatening game, and he had planned to hand over the reins to his son soon. But now? “Luca did this?” he asked the news bearer—a man who had walked into the dining room to deliver the shocking update about the conference.“Bring my son to me!” he ordered, flinging the apple in his hand away, dropping the knife onto the table.His blood boiled inside his veins. He was furious. To mess with his son was to mess with him, and he wouldn’t tolerate it. Everyone knew how dangerous Lord Famiglia was, which was why, after conquering the entire mafia scene in Italy, no one dared challenge his authority.He was the poison no one wanted to swallow, and now this fool Luca dared to dig his

Jackson was the type of guy who thrived on violence. Each act of aggression ignited a primal urge within him, a craving that twisted into something darker. The thrill of anticipation made his blood race, and he could feel himself responding, his body betraying him with an undeniable rise. He was electrified by the prospect of dominating someone, and today, that someone was Anastasia.“I will find you, and today, I will have a taste of you.” Jackson sang these words in an awkward melody, the sound bubbling into wicked laughter that echoed through the apartment. His voice filled the silence, a sinister serenade that underscored his twisted intentions.The outline of his hardening member was visible through his trousers, even if no one else was paying attention to it. He strolled around the living room, his footsteps slow and deliberate, as if savoring every moment of the hunt.He knew Anastasia was hiding in the bedroom, having locked the door behind her, but the thrill of pretending to

Just as Alex lifted the plank high above his head, poised to strike, Jackson's heart lurched. Paralyzed with fear, he braced himself for the agonizing blow. But then—nothing. His body trembled as he realized the impact never came. Alex had deliberately missed, the plank grazing just inches from Jackson’s vulnerable spot.Alex’s lips curled into a dark smile, his cold eyes glinting as he stood tall, towering over Jackson. “The police are on their way,” Alex announced, his voice calm, almost mocking. He flicked his fingers against Jackson’s forehead, the gesture dismissive, like swatting a fly. Jackson crumpled further, helpless, powerless beneath the weight of Alex's presence.Alex strode toward the living room, his steps echoing ominously in the air. He was in control. He didn’t need to say more; Jackson’s defeat was already etched on the floor beneath him. When Anastasia saw Alex enter the living room, relief flooded her face. She rushed into his arms, clinging to him like a lifeline.

Alex could feel their eyes on him, wide with shock and disbelief, as though they were seeing a ghost. Even Anastasia, who already knew the truth, seemed momentarily stunned, as though hearing it anew made the reality sink in on a different level. He saw her eyes flicker with both surprise and awe, her expression mirroring the astonishment that gripped the others.“What did you say?” Mr. Stewart’s voice finally broke the silence, and Alex could tell he hadn’t fully processed it. He decided to speak more clearly, perhaps louder, allowing the weight of his words to fill the room as he laid out the story behind his identity, each word drawing gasps from his stunned audience.With every revelation, Mr. Stewart and Juliet’s faces softened from initial shock to something much closer to remorse. It was dawning on them just how much they had underestimated Alex. A heaviness seemed to settle over both of them as they finally grasped who Alex truly was.“You’re really Sebastian Carter’s heir?” M