Enzo stood at the edge of his desk, and the weight of his thoughts was heavier than the stacks of papers on the wood. Havencroft used to be a sign of his ambition, but now it felt like a jail. Everything about his city, his rule, and his life felt like it was slipping away. And then there was Bianca, who stood in front of him with an offer that could either save him or ruin him completely.He could feel the tension in the air, which smelled like betrayal. The city was in chaos, but the real fight was with himself, not with Carmela, Luca, or anyone else. What kind of person had he become? Was this the man he had planned to be, or had he lost himself along the way?"Why now?" Enzo's voice was rough, breaking the long silence between them. "You went away. You let me down. And now you're here, asking me for another chance?Bianca's eyes stayed steady and didn't move. "I'm not here to say I'm sorry, Enzo," she said, her voice calm but firm. "I'm here to give you a way out. A way to start o

The lights that flickered on Havencroft's skyline reminded Enzo of everything he had built and lost. The city was on the verge of falling apart, just like the chaos inside him. He leaned back against the cold glass of his office window and looked out at the streets. Strength. Being loyal. Being unfaithful. He used to know what all of these words meant. What now? They were just echoes of a war he couldn't control anymore.He drummed his fingers nervously on the desk. Finally, he was starting to understand how heavy his choices were. He thought with anger about loyalty. What did loyalty even mean when the people you trusted were the same ones who were trying to tear you apart?A loud knock on the door brought him back to reality.Marco's voice came from the other side. "Enzo," he said. "Bianca is waiting." She is adamant about talking to you.Enzo's stomach turned. Bianca. The woman who had always been better at the game than he was. He had been thinking about her shaky alliance offer.

The last war for Havencroft had begun in full force.Enzo Dalca was at the front of his troops, watching the last battle unfold on the horizon. The city that had once been his kingdom and prize was about to be destroyed. His troops fought Luca Moretti's army at the gates of the city, but it wasn't the easy win Enzo had hoped for.Luca wasn't the only danger. Bianca had completely sided with Carmela Santillo, making them a strong enemy. They knew what was wrong with the city and what was wrong with Enzo. The battle went on, and Enzo's mind raced with the thought that the war was no longer just about getting the throne; it was about staying alive."Push ahead!" Enzo yelled, getting his men ready. "We're going to take this city back!"His voice echoed across the battlefield, but the meaning of what he said felt empty. Even if he won, this victory was just another step deeper into the hole he had dug for himself. He was in pain because he had lost so much: his friends, his allies, and his

Enzo looked out over the city from his perch, and the tension in the air was thick. He could feel the weight of the battle ahead deep in his bones. Night had fallen on Havencroft, but the sounds of war could still be heard in the distance. Three very powerful people, Bianca, Luca, and Carmela, had joined forces in a last-ditch effort to defeat him and take back the city. They were no longer just enemies. They showed how much he had to pay to get power. Betrayal, destruction, and an empire that was falling apart because it was too big."Enzo," Serena's voice cut through his thoughts, soft but full of urgency. She walked up next to him, her face darkened by the uncertainty that hung over them. "We can't wait any longer." The city will fall if we don't do something now.Enzo turned around to look at her. His eyes, which had once been full of ambition, now felt tired and weighed down by the decisions he had made. He owned the city, but at what cost? The pieces of his empire, which were bu

The concrete dust hung in the air like a fog that wouldn't go away.Enzo stood at the broken window of the old courthouse and looked at the wreckage outside. Cars that have been burned. Pavement that is cracked. Buildings with their faces ripped off. Havencroft finally looked like it knew what it was.The bedsprings creaked behind him.Serena said, "If you keep staring at it like that, the city might start staring back." Her voice was rough but steady.Enzo said, "I'm counting what's left.""Let me help," she said. "One ruined square, a few stubborn lampposts, and your hurt feelings."He turned around. She was half sitting on a pile of crates with a blanket over her legs and one hand resting on the bandage on her side. Too light. Too quiet. Still a threat.He said, "You should be lying down.""I'm lying down," she said. "You need to sit down. You look like you're going to fall through the floor.He walked over to her and sat down on the crate next to her. Their knees touched. The only