All Chapters of Requiem of The Godfather: Price of a Memory: Chapter 141
- Chapter 150
150 chapters
Ch 141. Crocodile Tears
The echo of the pipe organ inside San Lorenzo Cathedral faded with a single deep note that vibrated through every chest, leaving behind a silence more suffocating than an exploding bomb.Thousands of white candles lining the central aisle cast long, dancing shadows across the ancient stone walls, as though the spirits of everyone Eduardo had slaughtered had returned to witness the final act of this performance.Before the altar, the solid gold coffin gleamed beneath the media spotlights.Eduardo lay inside, surrounded by a sea of white lilies whose fragrance mingled with the scent of incense, creating the unmistakable aroma of very expensive death.Emily Eduardo rose from the front row.She dabbed at the corner of her eye with a silk handkerchief before walking slowly toward the teakwood podium beside the altar.Every step was measured, dignified, and perfectly aware of every camera pointed at her."Look at her, Rik. I'm seriously gonna throw up," Freya whispered over the neural radio
Last Updated : 2026-07-10
Ch 142. The Devils Pay Their Respects
Rain hammered against the dome of San Lorenzo Cathedral like thousands of demonic fingernails clawing at the sacred walls, desperate to get inside.Beneath the glow of towering candles that had begun to melt, a long line of men in black suits crept forward like a massive grieving serpent.They were the rulers of shipping ports, international gambling syndicates, weapons smugglers, and politicians whose hands were filthier than the gutters of Rome.One by one, they stepped toward Eduardo's golden coffin."Grazie, Godfather," whispered a Don from Sicily as he bowed deeply.His lips brushed the cold golden surface before he stepped away, his face filled with cautious calculation, trying to determine who would seize control once this corpse was finally buried.Emily Eduardo stood beside the coffin, clutching a handkerchief she constantly pressed against her eyes.Whenever a camera drew near, she staggered slightly, perfectly portraying a widow on the verge of collapsing from grief."Stay
Last Updated : 2026-07-11
Ch 143. The Grave
The sky above the Eduardo family cemetery was no longer just weeping. It was raging.Heavy rain pounded the bronze roof of the Mausoleum, a magnificent structure of black marble and granite that resembled a fortress more than a final resting place. Fierce winds whistled through the gaps between its Gothic pillars, carrying the scent of wet earth and the lingering smell of gunpowder from the incident at San Lorenzo Cathedral an hour earlier.Only a handful of people were allowed to set foot on this sacred ground. The international Dons and corrupt officials had already been forced to leave by heavily armed guards under the command of Belerik's trusted men. Now, before the dark grave yawning open in the center of the mausoleum's marble floor, only the rawest drama of a shattered family remained.Eduardo's pure gold coffin slowly descended on a softly humming hydraulic lift.The scrape of metal echoed unnaturally loud through the suffocating silence."Lower it carefully, idiots! That's s
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Ch 144. Confrontation Before the Headstone
The rain that had raged only moments ago had faded into a light drizzle, leaving behind thin silver droplets that drifted over the Eduardo Mausoleum like falling ash. Cold mist rose from the rain-soaked marble floor, carrying the scent of freshly turned earth and crushed, withered flowers. The mourners and their security entourage had long since departed, leaving behind an oppressive silence among the towering granite pillars.Freya remained frozen before the white marble headstone.Her black silk-gloved hands held Vito close against her chest. The baby slept peacefully, his innocent face completely unaware that beneath his tiny feet, his father had just been buried along with countless terrible secrets.Click. Clack. Click. Clack.The sharp rhythm of high heels striking marble shattered the silence.Freya didn't have to turn around to know who had arrived.The overpowering scent of Chanel perfume reached her before the woman's shadow did."I thought you'd already run off to some bunk
Last Updated : 2026-07-14
Ch 145. A Conversation with a Ghost
The Roman sun slowly sank beneath the western horizon, leaving behind streaks of orange that looked like burn scars across the cooling evening sky. Within the grand private mausoleum, the last traces of Emily and Chloe's hypocrisy had vanished with the dust drifting across the pavement.Now, only silence remained.The kind of silence so dense that Freya could hear the slow rhythm of her own heartbeat, as if it were dying alongside the memories buried beneath this white marble.Freya knelt beside Eduardo's headstone, a simple monument with no carved portrait. Her expensive black dress was stained with dried mud and scattered gravel, but she didn't care. Beside her, two-year-old Vito sat with his chubby little legs stretched out, happily picking up white pebbles around the grave and stacking them into uneven little piles."Easy, Vito. Don't throw them," Freya whispered.Her voice was hoarse, still raw from the fury she had unleashed on Emily earlier.Vito glanced at his mother for only
Last Updated : 2026-07-15
Ch 146. The Golden Cage
Snow fell relentlessly over Zermatt, Switzerland, until the majestic peak of the Matterhorn seemed to vanish beneath an endless sea of white fog. Atop the most isolated hill stood an ancient Gothic villa, completely renovated yet still imposing in its timeless grandeur. A thirteen-foot steel fence, charged with electricity, surrounded the estate, sealing it off from the outside world.The villa had everything: a heated swimming pool, an underground wine cellar stocked with vintage bottles from the 1940s, and furniture expensive enough to support an entire village in Italy. Yet inside the eight-hundred-square-meter mansion, the only sound was the soft clink of ice against crystal.Emily Eduardo sat before her vanity, surrounded by luxury cosmetics from Paris and bottles of Scotch whisky from Scotland. She wore a silk robe worth more than a teacher's annual salary, yet the radiant confidence of the once-proud "Parasite Queen" had long since disappeared.The face staring back at her had
Last Updated : 2026-07-16
Ch 147. The Right Hand
Ten years had passed since the dust settled over the Commissioner's headquarters in Rome. Yet at the top of Sark Tower, time itself seemed frozen within the endless circuitry and the glow of monitors that never went dark.The main control room had become much quieter. There were no more explosions or pounding against reinforced steel doors. Only the steady hum of server cooling systems running twenty-four hours a day to keep trillions of dollars flowing smoothly across the world.Belerik sat in his advanced electric wheelchair, now equipped with sophisticated life-support sensors attached to his increasingly frail body.His hair had turned completely white.His skin was wrinkled like aged parchment.His carbon-fiber prosthetic leg rested stiffly against the wheelchair's foot support."Look at that number blinking in red, Vito. What does it mean?" Belerik asked in a raspy voice, interrupted by heavy breaths.Beside him stood a twelve-year-old boy with perfect posture.Vito.He wore a f
Last Updated : 2026-07-17
Ch 148. The Legacy of the System
Dust that had accumulated for nearly two decades swirled through the air as the soundproof steel door deep beneath Sark Tower groaned open with a piercing screech.This room did not exist on the building's official blueprints.Even Belerik, the keeper of the numbers, only dared enter once a year to make sure the ventilation system was still functioning.This was Sector Zero, the place where the Ghost's darkest secret had been sealed away behind walls lined with solid lead.Vito stood at the entrance.He had just turned twenty years old.He was taller than the average Italian man, broad-shouldered, with the solid posture forged through relentless training alongside the remnants of the Iron Guard. He wore a black suit without a tie. Thin leather gloves covered his hands, a habit he had copied from his father. His arms rested calmly at his sides.His pitch-black eyes, devoid of warmth yet as sharp as an eagle's, swept across the room.There was only a steel table.And resting in the cent
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Ch 149. Requiem (Song of Death)
Twenty years.Long enough to turn a pile of rubble into a monument, and vengeance into history that was almost forgotten. Yet in Rome, time seemed to revolve around a single axis, a white marble gravestone atop Crystal Heights. The cemetery was no longer merely a burial ground. It had become a cathedral for those who worshiped shadows.That morning, the Roman air was remarkably clear, as though the sky had been washed clean by the night's rain. A convoy of armored black limousines climbed the hill at a measured pace, passing rows of tactical security personnel standing at attention every ten meters along the private road.Vito Eduardo stepped out of the lead vehicle.At twenty-one years old, he was no longer the little boy who played with pebbles around a gravestone. He stood nearly six foot three, dressed in a custom-tailored charcoal gray three-piece suit crafted in Milan. His hair was jet black, sharply contrasting with his pale complexion.But the most striking feature was his eye
Last Updated : 2026-07-19
Ch 150. The Price of a Memory
The evening breeze drifted gently through Rome, sweeping across the square once known as Piazza della Mafia, now renamed Piazza del Fantasma, Ghost Square.At its center stood a monument that defied time itself.The ten-meter-tall statue, cast in black bronze, had no distinguishable face. It was only the silhouette of a man in a suit, his left hand missing one finger, gripping a grim reaper's scythe pointed toward the earth.At the foot of the monument, thousands of tiny candles lit by the citizens flickered beneath the wind, creating a sight that resembled a galaxy scattered across the asphalt that had once been soaked in blood.The golden plaque beneath it still gleamed.THE PRICE OF A MEMORY: PAID IN FULL.A young tourist turned to his guide."Why doesn't he have a face?""Because he traded it away," the guide answered with almost sacred reverence. "He gave up his face and his name so we would never have to look into the face of fear every time the sun went down."Far from the worl
Last Updated : 2026-07-20