With that, Edmund laughed and made his way out as quickly as possible. Upon reaching outside the house, Carlos and Rossi were already waiting for him. They quickly ushered him into the car and drove him away. Apparently, they had set the bomb to explode in the next few seconds, so they needed to move their boss as soon as possible.………48 hours later.At Edmund's residence.Edmund sat with Stefano as they filled their cups with drinks. The air was quite celebratory since they had just killed their enemy, who was going to stand in the way of their running the mafia world.“He really is his father's son. He was quite fearless even after he saw Carlos and Rossi,” Edmund opined.“Are you serious?” Stefano dropped his cup on the table. “Well, look where his fearlessness has taken him.”Stefano chuckled. “Yes, fearless but foolish. He thought he could take on the likes of us and win. His father was the same way, always thinking he was above the game. Now look where it took him.”Edmund nodd
At the Edward mansion. It's been two days since Sara tried calling Luca, but he still isn't picking up his phone. It was 7 a.m., and she picked up her phone again. She dialed Luca's number for the umpteenth time, but he still didn't pick up or return her calls.Sara's anxiety grew with each passing minute. She paced back and forth in her room, her mind racing with worst-case scenarios. Why wasn't he answering? Was he okay? Had something happened to him? Or was he running away from their extravagant wedding that was supposed to happen in a few days?She stopped pacing and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. Maybe he was just busy, or his phone was dead. But the uncertainty was eating away at her. It's been over 48 hours!Sara decided to try a different approach. She sent Luca a text message, hoping he would respond."Hey Luca, it's Sara. I've been trying to reach you for two days. Please call me back or text me. I'm getting worried."She waited for what felt like an etern
A look of utter shock froze on Sara's face as she processed Blue's words. Luca wasn't here? He hadn't been picking up his calls, and his colleagues were worried about him? Her mind raced with questions, but she tried to maintain her composure, not wanting to raise any more suspicions."Oh, yes, of course," Sara lied, trying to sound nonchalant. "Luca sent me to pick up some documents from his office. He's been... um... working from home, and I offered to grab them for him."Blue's eyes narrowed slightly, as if she wasn't entirely convinced by Sara's explanation. "I see. Well, in that case, let me show you to his office."Sara nodded, still trying to process the fact that Luca wasn't here. Where was he, then? And why hadn't he told her?As Blue led her to Luca's office, Sara's eyes scanned the area, hoping to find some clue about his whereabouts. But everything seemed normal—his computer was on, his papers were neatly stacked, and his chair was pushed back, as if he had simply gotten u
At Santaro hotel. Inside George's office sat Giovanni Larosa and Fabio. They were having breakfast when his PA knocked on the door. “Good morning, sir. Sorry for the disruption, but someone wants to see you,” she informed him. George frowned. “Can't it wait? Didn't you just see me having breakfast?” The lady quickly apologized. “I'm very sorry, sir, but she insists on seeing you. She said she is Luca's wife!” Once she mentioned that she was Luca's wife, everyone dropped their spoons and turned to her with raised brows. “Did you say she is Luca's wife? I mean, one of the Edward princesses?” George asked, trying to confirm if it was really Sara who was looking for him. The lady nodded in approval. “Yes, sir. She is the first daughter of the Edward family. Should I send her in?” “Of course! Send her in right away,” he said. Once the lady closed the door, they exchanged furtive glances. It had been more than 30 hours since they had last seen Luca. Since he visited Edmund, they ha
The room fell silent, the only sound being the heavy breathing of the trio. George's eyes widened in shock, his face pale. "What? A bomb attack? Oh my god..." Larosa's expression turned icy, her eyes blazing with anger. "Edmund, that son of a... He's gone too far this time. A bomb attack?!" Meanwhile, Fabio's face was etched with worry, his brow furrowed. "This is not good. Luca could have been killed in the blast. Is there any body in there?” Drake on the other end replied, “No, there are no traces of any body in there. We have searched all over, but there are still no traces whatsoever.” Larosa's eyes welled up with tears, her voice trembling. "No, no, no... This can't be happening. Luca has to be okay." George slammed his fist on the table, his face red with rage. "He shouldn't have gone there! I knew those men were scary!” Larosa's voice was cold and calculating. "We need to find out if Luca is still alive." Fabio nodded, his eyes scanning the room. "We need to think this th
The following day, just past ten in the morning, Sara pulled into the hospital and parked her car in the lot. She quickly exited her vehicle and made her way to the doctor's office for her antenatal appointment."Good morning, Doctor," she greeted before settling into the chair.The doctor smiled. "Hello, Miss Sara. How are you doing? I hope you're well."Sara responded, "Of course I am. Don't I look good?"The doctor burst out laughing. "You look stressed, but I hope it's not affecting your baby."Standing up from her chair, the doctor helped Sara up and ushered her into the next room, where they checked the baby's status."Where is the father of the child? I think you're stressing out too much. I can literally see it on your face. I will need to have a little talk with him. Can you make that happen?"Sara forced a smile. "Okay, I'll do that. When I get home, I'll inform him, and we will come next month for my check-up."The doctor smiled. "Good. Bye, see you next time."As Sara walk
---“What do you want?” Her voice was filled with panic as she spoke, trying to step away from them, but it was too late. She couldn't step closer, nor could she step away from them. If she took a step forward, she would hit the first man; if she took a step backward, she would collide with anyone standing right next to her.“Don't panic. We won't dare hurt you,” one of them assured her with a smug smile, but Sara didn’t believe a word coming from his mouth. They surrounded her, and she could see the hidden pistols they had in their waistbands. Yet here he was telling her they wouldn’t hurt her—then what did they want?"What do you want from me?" Sara asked again, trying to keep her voice steady despite the fear growing inside her.The man who had spoken earlier smiled again, his eyes glinting with amusement. "The boss wants to talk to you, so please spare a few minutes of your time."Sara raised her brows in disbelief. Did they just say "boss"? Who the hell would be their boss that m
At Santaro hotel. Larosa parked her car in the garage and made her way to the top of the building, where other members were waiting for her. “What did you find? Any information on Luca?” George rose from his chair, his curiosity piqued. She heaved a deep sigh. “Nothing. The whole place was blown up, but after checking thoroughly, they said there was no sign of human blood or bodies. However, there was human DNA found ten minutes before the bomb went off.” Giovanni sighed in relief. “Luca is alive. He is not dead, but I don't think he is fine or in safe hands.” Fabio questioned, “What if this was all a plot from Edmund? What if he is still the one with Luca, but he just blew up the place to deceive us?” Larosa's expression turned grim. "That's what I'm thinking too, Fabio. What if Edmund is still playing us? What if he's using Luca as bait to lure us into a trap? He couldn’t have just blown up that place for fun.” George's face turned pale. "We can't rule that out. We hav