A Mafia Heiress’s Forbidden Love

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After three years of a secret relationship with her best friends younger brother, Adriana Vale thought she finally understood Luca Moretti.

She was wrong.

On their third anniversary, Adriana skipped a high-level syndicate meeting something she had never done before. The velvet box beside her contained a limited-edition Patek Philippe Luca had once glanced at during an arms negotiation in Monaco.

In their world, gifts werent romantic.

They were power.

And tonight, she wanted him to know she was serious about him.

But before she could surprise him, she received his "gift" first.

The private elevator of the Imperium Hotel a property owned by the Moretti family slid open silently.

Adriana froze.

Luca Moretti stepped out, carrying a woman in his arms.

The girl looked unconscious, her dress slightly disheveled, her fingers weakly clutching his collar. Luca's normally cold expression was tense, his jaw tight like he was holding onto something fragile.

Behind him, Matteo Vale followed, brows furrowed, his voice low but sharp.

"Luca, don't you have a girlfriend? You've hidden her for three years, and now you're bringing your ex to a hotel? You're really going to ignore her feelings?"

Luca didn't stop walking.

"Elena was drugged," he said quietly, his voice hoarse. "There's only one way to neutralize it. I won't hand her to another man."

Matteo frowned. "And your girlfriend?"

Luca paused.

His gaze softened as he looked down at the woman in his arms a softness Adriana had never seen directed at her.

"Don't worry about her," Luca said calmly. "I was only with her because she looks a little like Elena."

Adrianas mind went blank.

A substitute?

She stood in the dim hallway, hidden in shadow, unable to move.

Matteo looked stunned.

"A stand-in? You're serious?" He scoffed. "You're Luca Moretti. Half the women in the European underworld would kill for your attention. Why are you still obsessed with Elena Russo? That was high school, Luca. She chased you back then, but you're the one who never let go. And now you're playing substitute?"

Luca said nothing.

Matteo sighed, frustrated.

"Fine. I'm done trying to talk sense into you. I'm going to check on my sister. Just don't regret it."

He turned and walked away.

Luca stood there, looking down at Elena.

She shifted weakly, pressing against his chest, her fingers tugging at his collar.

He caught her wrist gently.

"Be good," he murmured, voice low. "Hold on. I'll take care of you soon."

Adrianas fingers dug into her palm until she tasted blood.

The suite door opened.

Before it closed, she saw Luca lower his head and kiss Elena softly reverently like she was something sacred.

Adriana suddenly remembered last night.

Luca had been rough, impatient. He had torn the buttons off her silk nightgown. She had blushed, thinking he was just overwhelmed with desire.

So it wasn't desire.

It was indifference.

"So comfortable" Elena murmured softly.

Lucas voice turned thick, filled with an affection Adriana had never heard.

"If it feels good don't leave me again."

Something inside Adriana shattered.

She turned and walked away, trembling.

---

Her Maserati roared to life.

The speedometer climbed to 120 km/h.

The wind tore through the open windows, but it couldn't ease the suffocating pain in her chest.

Then she remembered.

Three years ago.

Her brakes had failed.

The car slammed into an overpass, metal twisting, fuel leaking. No one dared approach.

Everyone knew Adriana Vale.

Daughter of the Vale Syndicate.

Accidents around mafia heirs were rarely accidents.

Then someone kicked open the door.

A young man in a black coat dragged her out without hesitation.

Seconds later, the car exploded.

When she woke up, she found a single button clenched in her hand.

She searched for him.

Dreamed of him.

Until one day, she saw Luca wearing the same black coat.

She thought she found her savior.

She pursued him for the first time in her life.

She brought him breakfast, attended underground fights with him, stayed awake all night when he was injured during a territorial dispute.

Before her family's biggest deal worth billions she abandoned negotiations just to celebrate their anniversary.

Eventually, Luca agreed to be with her.

But only secretly.

She thought he was protecting her.

She thought he was just emotionally distant.

She thought

She was wrong.

She was just a substitute.

---

Her car stopped outside the Vale estate.

Matteo stood at the gates, holding a gift box.

"Sis, you're finally back."

He walked toward her.

"A brother of mine is leaving tonight. He asked me to give this to you."

Adriana frowned faintly.

"Your friend? I don't even know him."

Matteo looked surprised.

"Seriously? He's the one who saved you after your accident. You're not going to pretend you forgot?"

Adriana froze.

"...What?"

Her voice trembled.

"The one who saved me wasn't Luca?"

Matteo blinked.

"Who told you it was Luca?"

"I remember the black coat"

"Oh, that." Matteo nodded. "They had the same one. Luca wasn't even in the country that day. Roman DeLuca rushed in to save you."

Adriana's world went silent.

Roman DeLuca.

The name alone sent chills through the underworld.

The most feared heir of the DeLuca Crime Family.

Cold.

Merciless.

Untouchable.

And the man she had unknowingly mistaken for someone else

For three years.

The man she truly fell for

Was never Luca Moretti.

It was Roman DeLuca.

Adriana Vale suddenly remembered the first time she met Roman DeLuca.

Back then, she was still chasing Luca Moretti.

She had heard he was drunk during a private gathering at The Obsidian Club an exclusive underground lounge owned by one of the southern syndicates. Snow fell heavily that night, the roads half-frozen, but Adriana still drove across the city herself.

For Luca, she had done far more reckless things.

But when she pushed open the private room door, the first person she saw wasnt Luca.

It was Roman DeLuca.

He sat alone in the corner, one arm resting casually over the back of the leather sofa, a glass of red wine in his hand. The moment Adriana walked in, he suddenly stood up too quickly, the glass tilting deep red wine spilling across his black shirt.

Yet he didnt seem to notice.

His gaze locked onto her.

Those eyes

They were completely different from Lucas.

Lucas eyes were cold, distant, like sharpened steel.

Romans were deep and quiet, as if he carried a storm beneath still waters. There was something gentle in them, but also something dangerous like a sky filled with stars hiding an approaching thunderstorm.

He looked at her for a long moment.

Then finally said, softly,

"Adriana Vale nice to meet you."

She had found it strange at the time.

Men in their world didnt greet each other so politely especially not someone younger calling her by her full name like that.

She had brushed it off as him being eccentric maybe even a little wild.

But now, thinking back

What kind of storm had been hidden in those eyes?

Adriana inhaled slowly, her fingertips trembling.

"Wait give me a moment."

Matteo frowned. "Sis, whats wrong?"

Before she could answer, he chuckled lightly.

"Hey, dont look so shocked. Who told you to be so beautiful? Half my crews had a crush on you at some point including Roman."

He laughed casually.

"Though of course, Luca doesnt count. That guys insane. Only his white moonlight fits in his world."

Adriana closed her eyes.

Her fingers tightened around the gift box, but she barely heard Matteos last sentence.

Her mind was stuck on something else.

Roman liked her?

Her heart suddenly began to pound.

Her voice turned slightly hoarse.

"You just said Roman went abroad? Where?"

"England," Matteo answered, scratching the back of his neck. "Supposed to finish his doctorate. Honestly, he shouldve left three years ago. No idea why he delayed it until now."

Three years ago.

That was exactly when she had started searching frantically for the man who saved her after the accident.

Adrianas grip tightened around the box, her nails digging into her palm.

"I'm heading out," Matteo said, turning to leave.

"Wait."

Adriana called after him.

"You've played long enough. It's time you start handling family business. Once you take over domestic operations, I'll shift my focus overseas."

Matteo froze.

"What?! Sis, are you serious? Thats sudden!"

Adriana smiled faintly.

"You don't have time to prepare. I'm going abroad in half a month."

To chase my husband.

She didnt say those last words.

Instead, she tightened her grip on the gift box.

Matteo groaned dramatically before leaving, muttering complaints under his breath.

Adriana turned and walked into the villa.

She dragged out a large suitcase and began packing everything related to Luca.

Each item was proof of how much effort she had poured into him.

The globally limited mechanical keyboard she acquired through underground connections.

The sneakers he casually mentioned she stood in line overnight under surveillance just to secure them.

The wristband he wore during a private fight she secretly kept it.

Piece by piece, she packed everything into a cardboard box.

By the time dawn broke, she had finished.

As she carried the box downstairs, she stopped.

Luca Moretti was standing in the foyer.

His black shirt was slightly unbuttoned, exposing pale skin at his collarbone. His dark hair fell loosely across his brow, making his long, narrow eyes look deeper than usual.

He looked up, surprised.

"Adriana you're up early."

Three years.

They had been together for three years.

Yet he still addressed her so formally.

If not for the nights he demanded her presence with quiet intensity, she might have believed they werent even in a relationship.

Now she understood.

Maybe that possessiveness had nothing to do with love.

Maybe it was only because she resembled someone else.

Adriana didnt answer.

"What about you?" she asked instead. "You didnt come home last night."

Luca paused.

Then a faint smile curved his lips.

"Something came up."

In three years, she had rarely seen him genuinely smile.

But now he looked genuinely pleased.

And she knew exactly what that "something" was.

Elena Russo.

Strangely, her heart which had felt like it was being torn apart yesterday was now calm.

Almost numb.

"Mm," she replied quietly and walked past him with her suitcase.

Only then did Luca notice something was wrong.

Yesterday had been their anniversary.

He hadnt called.

Hadnt even sent a message.

But Adriana showed no reaction.

He frowned and instinctively grabbed her wrist.

"Sorry. I missed yesterday. I'll make it up to you today."

Adriana gently pulled her hand away.

"No need."

His eyes darkened.

"No," he said firmly. "Ill make it up to you."

Perhaps guilt drove him.

That day, Luca was unusually patient.

He took her to places she once mentioned casually.

They rode the Ferris wheel at a private amusement park.

They had candlelight dinner at an exclusive rooftop restaurant.

He even accompanied her shopping something he had never done before and bought her a diamond necklace.

Just as she was about to refuse, her phone rang.

The club manager called she had left something behind.

She agreed to stop by.

Unexpectedly, Luca insisted on driving her there himself.

As she retrieved her belongings, a soft voice came from behind.

"Luca what a coincidence."

Adriana turned.

Elena Russo stood there in a light blue dress, delicate and beautiful.

Her gaze lingered on Adriana briefly before she smiled.

"And this is?"

Luca paused.

Then he answered calmly.

"Matteo Vales older sister."

Adrianas fingers slowly tightened at her side.

Three years.

And that was still all she was to him.

He still hid their relationship.

Just like every time before.

Roman DeLuca once told her that in their world, a man who refused to acknowledge a woman publicly either didnt trust her or didnt love her.

At the time, Adriana had defended Luca.

Now she understood.

"There's a gathering inside," Elena Russo said warmly, her smile gentle and harmless. "Why don't you join us?"

Adriana had no interest.

But Luca had already nodded.

"It's fine," he said lightly.

So she followed them in.

The private room inside The Obsidian Club was dim, thick with cigar smoke and low amber lighting. Armed guards stood outside the door, while inside, mafia heirs lounged on leather sofas, expensive liquor scattered across the table.

The music thumped heavily the kind used to drown out conversations that shouldn't be overheard.

The moment Adriana stepped in, conversations paused.

She was already breathtaking.

Tonight, she wore a fitted black dress, the slit high along her thigh, her waist slender, her skin pale under the dim lights. Confidence clung to her like perfume the quiet authority of someone born into power.

Several young men immediately approached.

Most of them were heirs from smaller crime families.

"Miss Vale, can I get your contact?"

"Adriana, right? Matteo's sister?"

"Didn't expect you'd show up tonight."

In the past, Adriana would have refused politely.

But tonight

She smiled.

"Sure."

One by one, she accepted their contacts.

Luca sat in the corner, his brows slowly tightening, his gaze fixed on her.

His fingers tapped lightly against the glass in his hand.

Elenas expression darkened slightly.

She pouted.

"Did everyone forget tonight is my welcome party?"

The tension eased awkwardly.

"Let's play a game," someone suggested quickly.

A crystal bottle was placed at the center of the table.

The bottle spun.

It stopped.

Pointing at Elena.

Cheers erupted.

"Loser kisses someone of the opposite sex!"

Elena's gaze swept slowly across the room.

She paused briefly on Luca.

Then deliberately pointed to the man beside him.

"Him."

She leaned forward.

Just as she was about to kiss him

Bang.

Luca kicked the marble coffee table.

The glass shattered across the floor.

The room fell silent.

Luca stood, grabbed Elena's wrist, and pulled her out without a word.

The heavy door slammed shut.

No one spoke for several seconds.

Adriana calmly picked up her bag.

"I should get going."

She smiled politely and left.

Just as she turned the corner, voices erupted down the hallway.

"What do you mean by that?" Luca's voice was low, laced with suppressed anger. "I'm right there, and you're kissing another man? What did last night mean to you? What am I a backup?"

Elena sounded aggrieved.

"I was just testing you I wanted to see if you still cared."

"Don't care?" Luca's voice tightened. "Elena, I've spent years wanting you back. And you're asking if I care?"

Her tone softened.

"Getting back together is fine but it's been so long. I'm afraid things won't be the same. So you need to agree to three conditions."

Adriana slowed her steps unconsciously.

Luca exhaled slowly.

"What conditions?"

"First" Elena paused.

"I want one of your ribs. Break it and make me a necklace."

Adriana stopped completely.

Even in the mafia world this was absurd.

No one would agree to that.

But the next second

Luca turned and walked away without hesitation.

Adriana followed instinctively.

She watched Luca get into his black Aston Martin.

The engine roared.

Then

Boom.

He drove straight into a roadside steel barrier.

The crash echoed across the street.

People screamed.

Security rushed forward.

Ambulances arrived.

When paramedics dragged Luca from the wreckage, blood soaked through his black shirt.

Still conscious, barely breathing, he gripped the medic's sleeve.

"My ribs broken"

"Remove them during surgery"

Adriana stood at a distance, watching silently.

Her expression calm.

Then she smiled faintly.

He must really love Elena.

That was good.

After she left

They could finally be together.

And she

Could finally walk away.

For the next few days, Luca Moretti remained in a private hospital wing guarded by armed men from the Moretti family, but Adriana Vale never visited himnot once, not even a phone call.

One afternoon, while sitting in her office at Vale Tower, Adriana slowly stirred her coffee and absentmindedly scrolled through her phone. That was when Elena Russos post appeared.

In the photo, Elena wore a delicate necklace resting against her collarbone. The pendant was small and pale, unmistakably carved from bone, its surface polished into something almost beautiful.

The caption read: "A gift bought with his life. I accept it~"

Adrianas finger paused on the screen for a moment. Then she calmly swiped past it, her expression unchanged.

Her visa had already been approved, and the private jet had been scheduled for three days later. Over the past few days, Adriana had spent most of her time quietly researching Roman DeLucas preferences. She visited several private boutiques within Vale-controlled properties and personally selected a number of gifts.

A limited-edition Montblanc fountain pen.

An Arsenal scarf she had sourced from London after learning he followed Premier League football.

A rare bottle of whiskey from a Scottish distillery that had closed years ago.

She chose each item carefully, almost as though she were trying to make up for everything she had missed over the past three years.

When Adriana returned to the villa carrying several shopping bags, she pushed open the door and unexpectedly found Luca sitting on the sofa.

She paused briefly, then her expression returned to normal.

"You're back."

Luca looked up at her, his brows faintly drawn together.

She had not visited him during his hospital stay. He had expected at least a message, but her chat window had remained completely silent. Now, seeing her calm and indifferent demeanor, he felt a strange tightness form in his chest.

"You knew I was in the hospital?" he asked, his voice low.

"I knew," Adriana replied as she placed the shopping bags near the entryway. "How are you feeling?"

"Why didnt you come see me?"

"Ive been busy with work."

Luca watched her walk deeper into the living room, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the armrest of the sofa. Adriana had always been busy, but in the past, no matter how demanding her schedule was, she would always make time for him.

Just as he was about to speak again, his gaze fell on the shopping bags she had brought in. Most of them contained men's items.

For him?

The uneasiness in his chest eased slightly.

Then Adriana casually asked, "Your injuries were serious. Why leave the hospital so soon?"

"Tomorrow is the global finals," Luca replied, looking directly at her. "Adriana, will you come with me?"

She paused.

Luca Moretti came from one of the most powerful crime families in Europe. His family controlled shipping routes, underground casinos, and weapons supply chains, and there was never any shortage of money or power. Yet he had chosen to step away from the family empire and pursue competitive gaming, which, in their world, was far from ordinary entertainment. The matches were tied to underground betting networks, with millions of dollars shifting hands behind every game.

Over time, Luca had built an empire of his own, attracting millions of fans and becoming a legend in the competitive scene.

Tomorrows match was the most important of his career. Winning would secure his Grand Slam and cement his dominance.

It was his dream.

And Adriana had once been his only supporter.

When Luca first insisted on pursuing this path, the Moretti elders strongly opposed him. His grandfather had personally intervened, freezing accounts and restricting his access to family resources. At the time, Adriana had taken a bottle of vintage whiskey and visited the old man alone.

No one knew what she had said.

But afterward, the Moretti family never interfered again.

Later, Luca asked her why she had helped him.

She had smiled softly and poked the faint dimple near his lips.

"Chasing what you love isnt neglecting responsibility. I actually envy people like you who have dreams. My dream right now is simply making money and since my boyfriend has dreams, Im happy supporting them."

From then on, Luca insisted that she attend every competition.

And no matter how busy she was, even if it meant postponing billion-dollar deals, Adriana would always show up.

But this time, she shook her head.

"I'm not going."

Luca froze, clearly caught off guard.

The unease in his chest returned stronger than before.

"You should come," he said, reaching out to hold her wrist. His tone softened. "Youve been busy with the North Port project, right? The Moretti family is involved in that deal. I can have them yield part of the profits. If there are obstacles, Ill handle them. Just come tomorrow."

Adriana remained silent for a moment before finally nodding.

"Alright."

Only then did Luca relax.

The next day, the competition venue was packed with fans holding glowing signs and chanting his name.

"Luca! Grand Slam!"

The energy in the arena was electric.

Their car stopped near the entrance, and Adriana said calmly, "You go ahead. Ill park the car."

After Luca stepped out, she noticed his phone still resting on the seat.

She picked it up, and the screen lit up.

A message from Elena Russo appeared:

"Luca, Im here to watch your competition too. Second condition: I want to see you fall from grace. In todays global finals, feed ten kills and lose the match, okay?"

Adrianas heart skipped a beat.

Before she could process the message, Luca realized he had forgotten his phone and returned. His eyes fell on the screen, and his expression shifted slightly before quickly returning to calm.

As he reached for the phone, Adriana spoke quietly.

"Luca, I hope you win the Grand Slam."

The unspoken meaning hung in the air.

Dont do anything foolish.

Lucas gaze hardened slightly, then he gave a faint smile.

"I will."

Inside the arena, cheers erupted as he took his seat.

Adriana sat in the audience and looked up at the giant screen. Lucas face appeared magnified, his sharp features framed by a black jacket and headset. The crowd screamed, captivated by his appearance and reputation.

Only Adriana noticed the subtle signs.

His fingers tapped lightly against the keyboard, and his throat moved slightly as he swallowed.

She knew he was struggling.

The match began.

Once. Twice. Three times.

By the tenth time, Luca deliberately stepped into the enemys trap again, and the screen instantly turned black.

Ten consecutive deaths.

The arena erupted in chaos.

Commentators fell silent in disbelief, fans shouted angrily, and some even smashed their glowing signs onto the ground.

The match was lost.

Backstage of the private fight club reserved for the Moretti syndicate was never quiet. Even after the crowd dispersed, the air still smelled of sweat, gun oil, and expensive cologne the usual mix that followed a night where men bled for money and power.

When Adriana Vale pushed open the dressing room door, she stopped short.

Bianca Russo had thrown herself straight into Luca Morettis arms, her manicured fingers gripping the lapels of his black shirt as she laughed softly.

Luca you were incredible tonight. You actually threw the match for me.

Her tone was sweet, indulgent the kind reserved for someone who already knew she would be obeyed.

Luca ruffled her hair, his expression gentle in a way Adriana had rarely seen directed at anyone else.

Little troublemaker, he murmured, his voice low. Are you satisfied now?

Bianca smiled brightly, completely at ease in his arms.

Adriana felt something tighten in her chest. She cleared her throat softly.

Only then did Luca notice her.

His expression flickered, a brief pause crossing his face as he stepped back from Bianca. He looked like he wanted to explain, but before he could speak, chaos erupted.

The dressing room door slammed open.

A woman forced her way past the guards, her eyes wild and bloodshot.

I knew it! she screamed, pointing straight at Bianca. Luca Moretti never loses unless he wants to! You threw the match because of her, didnt you?! Do you know what that win meant tonight? The entire eastern territory was on the line!

Her hand moved suddenly.

She twisted open a small bottle and flung its contents forward.

The sharp chemical smell hit the air instantly.

Sulfuric acid.

Lucas pupils shrank.

Without hesitation, he pulled Bianca into his arms and turned, shielding her completely with his back.

Adriana stood off to the side, caught off guard. There was no time to move.

The liquid splashed across her arm.

A burning sensation tore through her skin instantly.

She staggered, a strangled cry escaping her lips as the acid ate through fabric and flesh. The pain was blinding, overwhelming, enough to bring her to her knees.

Through blurred vision, she saw Luca holding Bianca tightly, his arms wrapped protectively around her, his focus entirely on the other woman.

He never looked at Adriana.

Not once.

When Adriana woke up, everything was white.

The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air, and her arm throbbed beneath layers of thick bandages. The dull ache pulsed with every heartbeat.

She turned her head slightly.

Luca sat beside the bed, dark circles under his eyes, his usually composed demeanor showing faint cracks of fatigue.

When he noticed she was awake, he leaned forward immediately.

Youre awake, he said, his voice low and rough. Does it still hurt?

Adriana didnt answer. She simply looked at him quietly.

Luca frowned slightly before speaking again.

The situation was urgent. I could only protect one person at the time. I neglected you Im sorry.

His tone was calm, almost matter-of-fact.

Ive already arranged the best surgeon under the Moretti family. There wont be any permanent scars.

Adriana suddenly smiled.

Luca, she said softly, you said you could only protect one person.

She paused, her gaze steady.

Im your girlfriend. So why did you protect her?

Luca froze.

For a moment, he seemed at a loss for words.

But Adriana had already closed her eyes.

Its alright, she whispered. Its not important anymore. I want to rest. You can go.

That quiet dismissal settled heavily in the room.

Luca stood there for a moment longer, something tightening faintly in his chest, though he couldnt explain why.

In the end, he said nothing.

He left.

After that, Lucas concern became unusually attentive.

He brought in a private medical team from the Moretti family's underground hospital. Every treatment was personally approved by him. When nurses changed her dressings, he would wait outside, his expression tense, as if he were overseeing a negotiation that could cost lives.

But the attention lasted only half a day.

Around noon, Lucas phone lit up.

After reading the message, his expression changed instantly.

He gave quick instructions to the nurses, then left without another word.

Adriana watched his retreating figure silently.

Then she picked up her phone.

Bianca Russos latest post had just gone up:

Someone handsome asked for my number tonight. Should I give it to him?

Adriana let out a faint, humorless smile and set her phone aside.

Luca didnt return.

That evening, her younger brother Matteo Vale rushed into the room carrying bags filled with supplements and expensive tonics.

When he saw her bandaged arm, his face darkened immediately.

Adriana you only went to watch a fight. How did you end up like this? Where the hell was Luca? Didnt he protect you?

Adriana shook her head slightly.

Im just his best friends sister, she said quietly. He had another woman in his arms. Of course he protected her first.

Bianca Russo? Matteo scoffed. Then that makes sense. You dont know this, but Luca loses his mind whenever shes involved.

As if finally finding someone to vent to, Matteo continued.

Back in the early days, she casually mentioned wanting dessert from the western district. Luca personally drove across three territories during a gang lockdown just to get it for her.

For her birthday, he spent millions lighting fireworks across the harbor and shut down an entire casino for a private party.

After they broke up, she moved overseas. On her birthday, he flew there and stood outside her apartment all night just to hand her flowers.

Matteo shook his head.

Tell me thats not obsession.

He leaned closer, curiosity written across his face.

Do you think theyll get back together?

Adriana looked out the window. The sunlight streamed in quietly, warm and indifferent.

They will, she said.

Matteo sighed.

I almost feel bad for that secret girlfriend of his. She probably doesnt even know about any of this.

Adrianas voice softened.

Shell be fine.

Shell find someone she loves and someone who chooses her first.

Sorry, Luca said quietly, loosening the cuff of his shirt as he stood beside Adrianas hospital bed. Things at the club have been messy these past few days. I couldnt get away.

By club, he didnt mean anything ordinary. Everyone in their world knew the Moretti Club was where deals were sealed, territories divided, and sometimes, enemies disappeared.

Adriana didnt call him out.

She simply hummed in acknowledgment, her tone calm and distant.

Luca seemed to notice the change, but he didnt comment on it. Instead, he paused briefly before speaking again.

Tonight is Biancas birthday, he said. She invited you. Were celebrating at the private club downtown.

Adriana glanced at him, then nodded.

The Moretti private club had been completely reserved.

Security lined every entrance, men in black suits with concealed weapons scanning every guest before allowing entry. Inside, the entire place had been transformed.

Crystal chandeliers shimmered above the marble floors. White roses formed elaborate arches, and a live jazz band played softly near the stage. Even the champagne served was imported from a private vineyard owned by one of the allied families.

It wasnt just luxurious.

It was deliberate.

This wasnt merely a birthday party it was a declaration.

Bianca Russo stood at the center of it all, wearing a white silk dress, her arm looped naturally through Lucas.

Adriana watched quietly from a corner, a glass of untouched wine in her hand.

When it came time for gifts, several influential figures stepped forward first a limited-edition watch from the Romano family, a diamond bracelet from the Falcone syndicate, even a deed to a beachfront property from one of Lucas subordinates.

Then Luca stepped forward.

The room quieted instantly.

He took out a velvet box.

When he opened it, the diamonds inside caught the chandelier light, scattering brilliance across the room.

A diamond necklace, intricate and breathtaking, clearly custom-made. The kind of piece that wasnt just expensive it was symbolic.

Bianca covered her mouth, her eyes reddening.

Luca this is too much.

Without speaking, Luca stepped closer and fastened the necklace around her neck. His fingers brushed lightly against the back of her neck, his gaze focused, gentle as though nothing else in the room existed.

Adriana watched the scene unfold quietly.

Only after the applause faded did Luca seem to remember her. He turned toward her, as if intending to explain.

Before he could, his phone rang.

His expression shifted slightly.

He stepped outside to take the call.

The moment he left, Biancas expression changed.

She walked over to Adriana, her smile sweet and harmless.

Adriana, its been a while.

Happy birthday, Adriana replied calmly.

Bianca chuckled softly.

Thank you but how can you still say that so calmly?

She leaned closer, lowering her voice.

Watching your boyfriend throw me a birthday party like this looking at me like Im the only person in the room giving me a gift worth millions

Her lips curved.

That must hurt, doesnt it?

Adriana narrowed her eyes slightly.

What are you implying?

Bianca tilted her head.

I found out something interesting, she said lightly. Apparently, Lucas been secretly seeing someone these past few years someone who looks a lot like me.

Her gaze lingered on Adriana.

I recognized you the moment I saw you.

She smiled, but there was no warmth in it.

I didnt expect you to endure it this long. Knowing youre just a substitute and still staying by his side.

Adriana remained silent.

Bianca continued, her tone mocking.

Did you think being patient would make him fall for you? If he cared about you even a little, he wouldnt have let you get hurt like that the other day.

She stepped closer.

Now that Im back, you should know your place.

Adriana suddenly smiled.

Her voice was soft, but the authority behind it was unmistakable.

Bianca do you know who youre speaking to?

Bianca stiffened slightly.

My name is Adriana Vale, she continued calmly. The Vale family doesnt answer to anyone except the old council. Even your parents show respect when they see me.

Her gaze sharpened.

Didnt they teach you the rules of our world? Or do you want me to call them myself?

Biancas face changed instantly.

The Russo family may not be as powerful, she said through clenched teeth, but the three strongest families right now are the Vale family, the Romano family and the Moretti family.

Her lips curled.

And you know how much Luca cares about me.

She turned away.

Youll regret humiliating me today.

Adriana found it almost amusing.

A girl like that dared provoke her.

The rest of the party felt unbearably dull. Several men approached Adriana to strike up conversations heirs from smaller families, ambitious captains trying to gain favor but she handled them politely and kept her distance.

Eventually, Luca returned.

Adriana was about to leave when Bianca suddenly rushed forward, tears in her eyes.

Luca the necklace you gave me its gone.

The room fell silent.

She pointed at Adriana.

I only spoke with Adriana earlier I dont want to suspect her, but that necklace means everything to me

Adriana almost laughed.

You think I stole it?

She set down her glass calmly.

What is there that I, Adriana Vale, cannot afford? Why would I steal yours?

Bianca insisted on calling security.

Adrianas gaze turned cold.

Who dares?

Bianca turned to Luca, tears falling.

Please just ask her to cooperate. Just a quick search.

The room grew tense.

Luca frowned, clearly weighing the situation.

After a moment, he said quietly, Ill buy you another one.

Bianca stared at him.

I dont want another one, she said stubbornly. I want that one.

Her voice hardened.

You kept asking what my third request would be, remember?

She pointed at Adriana.

My third request is to search her.

The air froze.

Luca closed his eyes briefly.

When he opened them, his decision was made.

Search.

Adrianas pupils shrank.

Luca.

He avoided her gaze.

Adriana just cooperate. Itll be quick.

Security moved forward.

Dont touch me.

She struggled, but several men surrounded her. Her dress was pulled roughly, pearl buttons scattering across the marble floor.

Fabric tore.

A wave of shocked murmurs spread across the room.

Enough!

Luca stepped forward abruptly, removing his jacket and wrapping it tightly around her shoulders, his expression dark and tense.

Thats enough. Take her to change.

Before leaving, Adriana looked at him one last time.

Her eyes were cold.

Completely devoid of warmth.

Adriana Vale was shoved into the lounge by Luca Morettis bodyguards. The door slammed behind her, and the metallic click of the lock echoed like a vault sealing shut.

She spun around, but before she could react, figures lurched out of the shadows. Not ordinary street thugs these were low-level enforcers from Elena Russos family, greasy, yellow-toothed, eyes glinting with dangerous malice.

Hehe Miss Vale, one hissed, voice slick like oil. Miss Russo said youre eager. Were here to entertain you.

Adrianas blood ran cold. Elena? She actually set this up?

Hands reached for her, sliding under her skirt. Instinct took over. Adriana grabbed a vase from a side table and smashed it over the closest mans head. Ceramic shattered like a gunshot.

Step back! she roared.

Pain shot through her scalp as more hands grabbed her hair, but she fought back, knees driving into groins, elbows into ribs. The men howled and released her.

Bleeding, barefoot, and wincing from shards of glass cutting into her feet, Adriana stumbled toward the exit. Behind her, curses and footsteps echoed like a pack of wolves closing in.

At the hotel entrance, a screech of brakes tore through the night.

A sleek, black sports car struck her, tossing her into the air before she slammed against the asphalt. Pain exploded through every limb. Through the haze, a familiar voice:

Adriana!

She tried to lift her head. Luca Moretti was running toward her but Elena leapt from the drivers seat, throwing herself into his arms.

Luca! I I didnt mean to hit her! Im scared

Luca faltered. His eyes flicked from the trembling Elena to Adriana, lying in a pool of blood. And still he held Elena tighter.

Adrianas lips curled in bitter irony as darkness crept in. The last thing she saw: Lucas hand patting Elenas back, protective, indulgent, calm lethal calm.

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When she woke, the sterile smell of disinfectant stung her nostrils. Pain radiated through every limb. Humiliation, betrayal, and rage coursed hotter than her injuries.

The banquet, the thugs, the car and Luca had protected only Elena.

Her fingers curled around her phone. She dialed Matteo Vale.

I want the Russo family ruined. Elena Russo in jail. Assets frozen. Every corner collapsed.

Matteos voice trembled over the line. Adriana Young Master Moretti intervened. He invested in the Russos. Signed a letter of understanding as your ex-boyfriend. We cant touch her.

Adrianas hand clenched the bedsheets until her knuckles turned white.

The hospital door swung open. Luca Moretti entered. Calm. Cold. Every step carried the authority of a man born to rule empires both legal and shadowed.

Awake, he said, sitting at her bedside, reaching out.

Adriana turned away. Dont you have anything to explain?

He withdrew his hand, jaw tight. Adriana Elena isnt experienced. She didnt mean to hit you.

Hit me on purpose? The banquet search? Sending thugs after me?!

The search was for the necklace, Luca said, voice low, precise. The thugs? How could Elena orchestrate that?

Adriana exhaled slowly, rib pain blurring her vision. Three years of loyalty, sacrifice, and love wasted.

She met his gaze, deliberate. Luca are you willing to go against me for her?

His eyes, cold and sharp as knives, didnt waver. Dont forget. You left the Moretti family, gave up your claim. Even if I throw everything into the Russo empire, the Vale family will crush them.

A pause. Then, steady, lethal: No.

He leaned back, lethal authority radiating off him like a weapon. I promised my grandfather Id give up esports. Ill take over the family business. Ill invest as long as you continue suppressing the Russos.

Adriana laughed bitterly. Youre giving up everything for her?

Lucas expression softened almost imperceptibly. Let it go. I know youve been wronged. Ill make it up to you.

Ill give you priority on all Vale-Moretti family ventures. And the trip youve always wanted Ill go with you when I have time.

His phone buzzed. Elena. Luca glanced, didnt look back. I have matters. Ill see you later.

The door closed. Adriana slammed the IV stand against the wall. The sound echoed like gunfire, shaking the sterile room.

One truth remained in the silence: in a world of power, blood, and betrayal, she had only one enemy left to confront and one empire to reclaim.

Adriana Vale spent three days in the hospital, and not once did Luca Moretti set foot in her room.

She scrolled through Elena Russos social mediaone of those glossy mafia-family posts. There he was, leaning casually against a hospital bed, peeling an apple. The knife glinted under the fluorescent lights, and his movements were careful, tender all for Elena.

Caption: [Just a minor cold someone insisted on taking care of me personally. So annoying~]

Adrianas thumb flicked past the post, her expression unreadable, her chest cold as ice.

The day she was discharged was also the day she was leaving the country. She had her visa, her ticket, and her escape route all meticulously planned. Back at the Vale estate, she packed only what she needed no room for sentiment.

Carrying her suitcase down the marble staircase, she almost collided with Luca as he pushed open the front door.

Youve packed already? His gaze softened, the first flicker of awareness in his eyes. Where are you heading? I promised I promised wed travel together

His words hung in the air, unfinished. The phone in his pocket vibrated violently. The screen flashed Elena Russos name.

His jaw tightened. He slid the phone away and forced a tight smile. Adriana something came up. I cant go with you this time. You should leave first. I Ill make it up to you.

Adrianas hand froze on the suitcase handle. No need.

Luca turned back, frowning, reading her tone. There was no anger, no tears only an icy finality.

There wont be a next time.

He blinked, confused, instinctively thinking she was throwing a tantrum. Three years, countless sacrifices, and he still assumed shed forgive him, let it slide. He swallowed, muttered, Ill make it up next time, and left, as if her words had never existed.

Adrianas retreating figure moved with purpose, every step calculated, every second precious.

Minutes after he left, her phone buzzed. She answered with deliberate calm.

Elena Russo. The exs voice was saccharine, triumphant. I just texted Luca said Im taking him back.

Adrianas lips curled in amusement. I bet hell leave you as quickly as he left me.

Her voice dropped, deadly calm:

Elena do me a favor. When he asks you to break up with me She let the words hang. Tell him he doesnt need to. Because its me, Adriana Vale, who dumped him first.

Click. She hung up, blocked the number, deleted every trace of Luca Moretti from her phone. Every connection severed.

A long, measured breath escaped her lips. A burden lifted.

Outside, the rain had slowed to a drizzle. Adriana typed a single message to Matteo Vale:

[Send me Roman DeLucas number.]

Seconds later:

[??? What are you planning, sis?]

[Chasing after her husband.] She tapped the send button with quiet satisfaction.

The replies came instantly, frantic, chaotic:

[Holy sh!]

[Wait what???]

[You mean Xingche-ge???]

[Youre going abroad for him???]

[I knew it! Thats why you transferred?!]

Adrianas lips lifted in the faintest of smiles. She replied:

[Yeah. Get ready. Youll have a brother-in-law soon.]

Madam, please turn off your electronic devices, the flight attendant said gently.

Adriana complied, setting the phone aside. She stared out the window, the city lights shrinking beneath the wings. The engines roared, and the plane lifted, defying gravity.

As the weightlessness settled, memories surged: the boy who had run into fire to save her three years ago, the one she had mistaken for love.

Luca Moretti goodbye.

Roman DeLuca Im here.

This time, there would be no mistakes. No lies. No false loyalties. Only power. Only truth. And only him.