Chapter 7 - The Vow of Vengeance
Extreme close-up on Lorenzo Vitali’s handsome face.
He was no longer a broken, humiliated man sitting in a wheelchair. He was a ruthless, apex predator who had just been given the ultimate reason to absolutely destroy the people who had betrayed him.
He looked dead ahead with a cold, calculating authority that made the temperature in the sunlit luxury garden plummet. The malicious whispers of the crowd instantly died away, replaced by a sudden, suffocating wave of primal fear. The guests realized, far too late, that a wounded lion is infinitely more dangerous than a healthy one.
"And everyone who smiled today..." Mr. Lorenzo delivered in a chilling, decisive whisper that echoed with absolute, lethal finality. "...will pay."
He didn't need his legs to run an empire. He didn't need a treacherous bride to solidify his power. He had his brilliant, ruthless mind, and he had a vast network of fiercely loyal soldiers who had been waiting for their boss to give the order to strike.
What Don Ferretti and Bianca didn't know—what no one in the entire garden knew—was that Lorenzo had been secretly funding a team of elite, underground cyber-mercenaries for the past three months. While they thought he was crying in physical therapy, he had meticulously hacked into Ferretti's offshore accounts and heavily monitored Bianca’s encrypted communications.
He already had the undeniable proof of their conspiracy. He already knew exactly where Bianca was running, and he already knew the exact routing numbers to instantly freeze Ferretti's entire thirty-million-dollar bribe.
He had simply waited for the wedding day to see exactly who in his syndicate would smile at his downfall.
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The trap was fully set, and the execution was about to begin.
👉 Continue to Part 10 for the absolute, satisfying conclusion.
