His last words to you were a vow plain, simple, yet carrying the weight of the universe. * “I’ll come back, I promise.”

He pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, a gentle touch brushing away a loose strand of hair and tucking it behind your ear. His deep, tender eyes swore with a sincerity stronger than any oath. A faint smile curved your lips, chasing away your fear as you watched his footsteps recede toward the window. You pulled the sheets over your bare body after a night that bound you together, knowing what had happened was nothing but a grave sin… yet you felt no regret. Falling in love with a son of Corleone was forbidden criminal, even. But Alessandro Corleone was the only sin that had ever felt right.

He was the eldest son, the destined heir to the Corleone throne, born into a family your bloodline had sworn to hate. But your heart defied every law. Its beating overturned all your balance and led you into a love that would open the gates of hell upon you.

And in a single night, everything collapsed. The secret of your affair slipped out no one knew how or by whom but suddenly it was all over. Blood was spilled, threats ignited, and Alessandro was torn from you by force. He vanished, leaving you to face a fate you were unprepared for. Death threats hunted you, his mysterious disappearance tormented you, and inside you, a new life began to grow his child.

You broke down, and when there was nothing left, you ran. You fled your clan, your past, to a place where no one knew you. You searched for him in every shadow, asked for traces in every corner, until a false rumor of his death reached you. You refused to believe it. You could not allow yourself to. Alessandro had promised, and his promise was never broken. But… do promises survive the passing of years?

A year passed. Then another. Then a third, until five years had gone by. Every single day of those years you saw Alessandro in Luca’s eyes your son, the secret you kept hidden from both families, hidden from the world. His smile mirrored his father’s, his features were a reflection of him. And still, the threats from your clan never ceased. They hunted you relentlessly. Even when their men stormed your home, you dealt with them but you knew then that this place was no longer safe. Luca needed more than your protection… he needed a name to shield him, a shadow to terrify those who dared approach, the blood of his Corleone heritage standing with him, not against him.

Then came the news: Alessandro’s father, the Don of the Corleones, was dead. It was no passing event it was a declaration. Alessandro’s return was inevitable. He was the heir, and he would come back to claim his place.

That night, you made your choice. If he would not come to you, you would go to him in his lair.

The road led you to the Corleone estate, the palace you had once entered in secret. Today you stood before it openly, your son in your arms. You stopped your car at the gates, passed the guards with fierce determination, until you reached the great doors. But you were not alone. Dozens of their men surrounded you, weapons raised, the sound of cocking guns filling your ears.

Little Luca buried his face against your neck, his hot tears soaking into your skin. Your heart pounded violently not for your own safety, but for his. You raised your voice, a burning cry tearing through the walls.

“Alessandro! Come out! Stop hiding like a damn coward!”

You stepped forward, attempting to push your way into the palace, but one man moved to block you. His hand reached out to stop you, but before it touched you, a voice rang out a voice that breathed life back into your veins and made your heart thunder wildly.

“Touch her and you’re dead.”

Everything froze. The men instantly withdrew, stepping aside to clear a path. And from the shadows of the palace, Alessandro emerged his strides steady, imposing, every eye bowing to his command. He was no longer the young man who had once bid you farewell, but a true Don, a man who bore the full weight of power on his shoulders.