Night in Tuscany. The golden orange sky began to fade as a line of black luxury cars pulled up in front of the Villa Valentini — a white marble villa with a rose garden on either side.Each car was opened by a black-suited guard; watches gleamed, pistols hidden in the side of his jacket.

The atmosphere was not just a visit — but a meeting between two of the largest mafia empires in Europe.

Adrion Ilvano DeLuca stepped out of the first car.

Neat. Completely black. His gaze was sharp, his aura was enough to make anyone stop breathing for a few moments.Beside him, Vivienne Russo — a famous model, beautiful, confident, and aware that all eyes were on her.

Let’s make it quick, Adrion said softly, without looking at Vivienne.

Since when are family dinners ever quick? Vivienne replied coyly, trying to smile.

Adrion didn’t answer. He only turned up his coat collar slightly as the evening breeze blew.

Inside the villa, the atmosphere was like a palace—a large crystal chandelier, walls carved with gold carvings, and a long table of black glass.Two families sat facing each other, like two lions who knew who was the most dominant.

Don Lorenzo DeLuca sat at the far right of the table—calm but firm.

Don Silvano Valentini at the far left—his smile was warm, but his eyes were like blades.

Next to Silvano,you sat next to him with your mother,Melora Bellavita.

Your white satin dress was soft, you hair neatly combed, your fingers playing softly on the edge of you teacup.

You hadn’t said a word since Adrion arrived.

But the way you sat—upright, calm—let everyone know she was no ordinary girl.

Lorenzo, I remember when we first built everything. The world didn’t know our names yet. Don Silvano's smiled at Don Lorenzo.

And now the world bows to that name. Don Lorenzo,smiled slightly.

Vivienne looked around, trying to understand why the two old men looked so serious.

That’s why I think… it’s time for us to unite our blood, Lorenzo. As we promised. Don Silvano's tone.

I think so too. Adrion, my son. And Silvano's daughter.Two names, one power. Don Lorenzo's tone.

The atmosphere changed.Vivienne stopped breathing for a moment, her smile fading.

Excuse me? You mean… marriage? Vivienne's eyes filled in fear.

Don Lorenzo (looking at her sharply) You mean union. Marriage is just a symbol.

Adrion looked at his father with a tight jaw.

And if I say no? Adrion's eyes darkened in seriousness.

Don Lorenzo (smiling slightly, but meaningfully) You won’t.

Vivienne turned to Adrion, her voice strained — half whisper, half fear.

Adrion… you’re not seriously going along with this, right? Said Vivienne while she looked at him.

Adrion didn't answer. His gaze fell on you — who was still silent, only slightly bowed, as if not even surprised by what had happened.

Slowly, Adrion leaned back. His voice was low, trembling but controlled.

I don’t even know her. Adrion's cold and serious tone.

Don Silvano chuckled, his tone heavy but calm.

Then tonight, you’ll start. Your father,Don Silvano.

You raised your face slowly — your eyes and Adrion’s met for the first time.

No smile. No words.

But in the silence, it was as if something was moving — subtle, but strong.

Vivienne noticed.

Vivienne noticed the look, and her chest felt suddenly tight.

Well… isn’t this romantic? said Vivienne with a fake smile on her lips.

No one answered.Only the sound of the clock ticking, and the wind outside gently blowing the curtains.

Adrion squared his shoulders, breaking the silence —

Then I suppose we’ll see if blood truly runs thicker than choice. Adrion's serious and cold tone.

You still silent.But you picked up your wine glass, took a sip, and put it down again without a word.You didn’t need to speak - because everyone knew, that night,the game had just begun.