Chapter 9 - The Fall of the Ivory Gown
The remote control slipped from Victoria’s trembling fingers, shattering against the marble floor. All color completely drained from her face. She was completely defenseless, utterly exposed, and trapped inside a fortress entirely controlled by the man she just tried to assassinate.
"Damiano... please," Victoria begged, her voice cracking as she fell to her knees in her expensive ivory gown. "I was scared! I made a mistake!"
Damiano slowly turned his back on her. He didn't even dignify her pathetic pleading with a response.
He raised a single, commanding hand in the air.
The elite bodyguards immediately swarmed the corridor. Four massive men grabbed Victoria by the arms, violently dragging the screaming, thrashing woman backward across the marble floors.
"No! I'm your fiancée! You can't do this to me!" Victoria wailed, her cries echoing through the mansion until she was hauled down into the subterranean holding cells to await the syndicate's brutal interrogation.
The threat was entirely neutralized. The corridor fell silent once more.
Damiano looked down at the floor. Sophia was sitting up, completely overwhelmed by adrenaline and fear, holding her brave little daughter tightly against her chest.
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The terrifying mafia boss did something his men had never seen before. He slowly dropped to his knees on the marble floor, bringing himself right down to their level.
👉 The monster of the underworld was gone, leaving a grateful man ready to reward the incredible bravery that saved his life.
