THE MAFIA'S FORGOTTEN SON
Denilson Franfurt was a man who gave everything for love — his time, his fortune, his very soul. Yet, in the cold halls of his marriage, his devotion was repaid with nothing but silence, mockery, and betrayal. For years, Jenna Tuna and her family treated him like a servant, blind to the quiet fire in his heart.
When Denilson uncovered Jenna’s infidelity, his world shattered. The marriage he had bled for crumbled overnight. Broken and abandoned, he walked away — and in doing so, stepped back into a life he had long hidden.
For Denilson was no ordinary man. Behind the mask of weakness lay the bloodline of a dynasty feared in shadows and worshiped in boardrooms. When his true identity was revealed, the forgotten son became the heir no one could touch. Power, influence, and respect surged to his side. Rivals fell, empires bent, and even love dared to knock again.
But as Denilson’s star ascends, Jenna’s world collapses. Betrayed by her lover, cast aside by society, and stripped of her influence, she claws desperately for a way back. Each path, each plea, each scheme… only to find the name that bars every door is the very one she once spat upon: Denilson Franfurt.
Now, in a world where power is everything, Jenna realizes too late that the man she scorned holds not only her ruin — but her only chance at redemption.
Yet Denilson’s heart is no longer hers to command. And as shadows of betrayal stir in the empire he now rules, one question looms above all:
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Chapter: Chapter Twenty-Three – Baptized in FireSo this is it, he thought, rage flickering against the pull of oblivion. Burned alive, while Victor laughs in the dark, He tried to push the beam. His muscles screamed, veins bursting. The steel didn’t move. His body sagged back, breath rattling.The fire closed in, “DENILSON!” Jenna’s voice tore through the chaos, raw, desperate, Through the haze, he saw her struggling against Marcus’s grip at the doorway, her arms flailing as she tried to reach him.“Let me go! He’ll die!” she screamed, Marcus’s voice was iron.“He’ll die if you run into that fire. Stay back!”,But Denilson saw something then not the cold, distant woman who once mocked him. Her eyes burned with terror, with something else he hadn’t seen in years, She doesn’t want me to die.With a roar, he pushed again. Blood vessels burst in his arms, the beam shifting by an inch, Not enough. The fire roared higher, licking closer. His skin blistered, the heat cooking him alive, And then a hand seized his shoulder.Marcus, The old
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Chapter: Chapter Twenty-Two – Ashes of the WolfThe warehouse screamed as the fire consumed it. Beams groaned, walls split, the air thick with smoke so dense it burned the lungs raw, “MOVE!” Marcus roared through the chaos, dragging two bleeding soldiers toward the exit.But Denilson didn’t move. His boots held fast to the floor, his eyes locked on the prisoners chained at the far wall. Their faces were blackened with soot, their bodies trembling, but their eyes God, their eyes begged.Save us, Jenna coughed, tugging at his arm. “Denilson, we have to go! The whole place is collapsing!” Flames licked the rafters above. Sparks rained down like a storm of fire. The heat was suffocating, sweat pouring down his face, mixing with blood.But the chains. The voices. His father’s men, He couldn’t leave them, “Stay low,” he growled, shoving Jenna toward the exit. “Go with Marcus.” Her eyes widened in horror. “No. No, I won’t leave you!”, Denilson grabbed her shoulders, his grip iron. “Go, Jenna! I said go!”Tears streaked her ash covered fac
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Chapter: Chapter Twenty-One – The Wolf Meets the ViperDenilson raised his pistol over the table, firing into the smoke. Two masked soldiers fell, but three more stormed in behind them, Beside him, Jenna clutched the pistol she’d taken at the docks, her hands trembling. Her eyes were wide, but there was no room for fear now.“Shoot if they come close,” Denilson barked, She nodded, lips pressed tight, trying to keep the panic from breaking her.Marcus moved like a shadow, calm amidst the storm. His revolver thundered once, twice, each shot precise, each body falling clean. He reloaded with the ease of a man sipping wine, his eyes sharp, calculating.But even his precision could not stop the tide, The soldiers were everywhere, And then, the gunfire faltered.A whistle cut through the storm, The masked men held fire, Silence spread like oil, broken only by the groans of the wounded and the drip of blood from shattered rafters.Denilson peered over the table, chest heaving, That was when he saw him, The hooded figure stepped through the smoke
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Chapter: Chapter Twenty – Blood in the CouncilDenilson stood at the head of the table, blood still crusted at his temple, his coat torn, his body aching. But his eyes his eyes burned. “Say that again,” he growled.The lieutenant stepped closer, towering, his scarred face twisted. “You are a curse. You’ll get us all killed. Marcus props you up like a puppet, but you’re nothing. Not your father. Not even half the man he was.”The council erupted in shouts, some for Denilson, others against, Denilson didn’t move. He only stared, Then, without warning, he drew his pistol and pressed it to the man’s forehead, The room froze. “Say it again,” Denilson whispered.Silence. Only the ticking of the overhead light, The lieutenant’s jaw worked, but no sound came. Sweat trickled down his face, Finally, he muttered, “Wolf.”Denilson’s finger eased from the trigger. He holstered the pistol, his voice cold as winter, “This is war. Doubt me again in front of my men, and you’ll bleed before Victor gets the chance.”He turned, slamming his hand down
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Chapter: Chapter Nineteen – Fire or BloodAnother voice, desperate: “No! Free the loyalists!, Don’t leave them!” The deck swayed with chaos. Men pulled at chains, others scrambled toward the gangway. The prisoners cried out, their voices raw,“Don’t abandon us!”Denilson’s heart pounded, his side burning with pain, the roar of gunfire fading beneath the sound of the timer. His men’s eyes locked on him torn, terrified.He felt Jenna’s gaze too, from the convoy across the dock, her face pale, her hand pressed to the glass as if reaching for him, Fifteen seconds, Marcus’s voice cut across the carnage, cold as a blade: “This is your crucible, boy. Save your wolves, or save your ghosts.”Denilson’s mind burned. If I retreat, Victor wins. If I stay, we all die, He drew a breath, voice raw, furious. “CUT THEM FREE!”, His men froze then obeyed. Chains shattered under blades, prisoners dragged to their feet. Denilson slashed at the last lock himself, blood mixing with iron.Ten seconds.“Move!” he roared. “Everyone off the ship!”, They
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Chapter: Chapter Eighteen – Wolves in the TideThe dock shook beneath their boots as Denilson charged, his pistol spitting fire. The roar of the sea and the thunder of guns merged into one endless scream. “Forward!” he bellowed, his voice ripping through the chaos. “To the ship!”At first, only a handful followed. But as Denilson cut through the first wave of soldiers, as his fury tore men down like wheat, more surged after him. Their fear broke. Their blood boiled.The Franfurt men became wolves, Bullets sparked off steel crates, blood sprayed the mist, bodies tumbled into the black water.Denilson leapt onto the gangway, firing point blank into the guards. His side burned with every step, but he didn’t slow. Behind him, his men howled as they poured onto the ramp, The ship groaned under the weight of battle.On the convoy line, Jenna’s world dissolved into screams. Victor’s soldiers swarmed, smashing glass, dragging men from the cars. A blade slashed across her shoulder as she shoved the door open and stumbled into the night.A
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