The Corsetti family wasn’t just wealthy—they were an institution. Respected in business, feared in the underworld, they had built an empire untouched by law or conventional morality. Leon, the eldest son, had spent the last four years in Russia, expanding the family’s operations in foreign lands. He was the brains and the hand of the family—cold, sharp, and flawless in his strategies.
Alessandra, the only Corsetti daughter, lived between two worlds. By day, she was a brilliant business student, admired for her intelligence and ambition. But behind the scenes, she was more than just an heir—she understood the intricate workings of the empire. She and Alex, her younger brother, shared an unbreakable bond—secrets, laughter, and dreams of a life beyond their father’s shadow.
But one hit-and-run changed everything.
Alex, barely 21, died alone on the city streets, his body cold before anyone could reach him. No witnesses, no clues. The police ruled it an accident. But to the Corsetti family, there was no such thing as a coincidence.
Leon’s Return
Leon pushed the door open, his steps heavy with fury. His long black coat still carried the cold of his flight.
Alessandra stood in the middle of the room, her eyes red. “Leon...” her voice was barely a whisper.
“Who?” Leon asked, his voice sharp as a blade.
“We don’t know.” Alessandra bit her lip, fighting to keep her emotions in check. “No witnesses, no evidence—like it was erased.”
Leon took a deep breath, locking eyes with his sister before grabbing a glass from the table and swallowing the whiskey in silence. Then, he set it down with a sharp thud.
“If someone thinks they can touch our family and walk away...” Leon’s voice was low, but Alessandra could feel the storm gathering. “They’re dead wrong.”
The Investigation Begins
That night, Alessandra and Leon sat in the family’s office, combing through every piece of traffic footage near the crime scene.
“I talked to an informant at the port,” Alessandra said, her eyes fixed on the screen. “There was a strange transaction a few hours after Alex was killed.”
Leon leaned back, studying Alessandra. “You think this was a warning?”
“We’ve had issues with the Varelli family before, haven’t we?” Alessandra looked up. “Maybe it’s them.”
Leon was silent for a moment before standing up and grabbing his jacket. “I’ll ask them myself.”
Alessandra hesitated, watching him. “Leon, we need to be careful. If Varelli is behind this—”
Leon let out a small, cold smile. “They should be careful. I won’t let them breathe much longer.”