Chapter 10: The Unspoken Vow

The heavy double doors of the private dining room slammed shut with a resounding echo, cutting off the last of Julian Maroni’s panicked, high-pitched stammering.

He had left the penthouse in a state of complete hysteria, practically dragged out by his own horrified bo

Chapter 11: The Corsican Envoy

The rain had cleared by dawn, leaving Manhattan scrubbed in a brittle, cold sunlight. From the penthouse balcony, the city below looked like an oversized chessboard—and for the first time in three years, I was playing as the Queen rather than a pawn.

At nine in the m

Chapter 12: Midnight at Newark

Port Newark at midnight was a graveyard of industrial steel, bathed in the sickly, jaundiced glare of towering sodium floodlights. A thick, freezing fog rolled off the dark, oily waters of the bay, wrapping around the massive shipping cranes like shroud linen. The air