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021. The Meeting

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Roberto rarely called for meetings in the grand, dimly lit parlor of the mansion. When he did, everyone understood that it was not out of routine but necessity, or worse, punishment. That morning, the sound of the brass bell clanging three times echoed through the halls, summoning all of them.

Niccolo arrived last, trying not to appear anxious. The others were already gathered: Selene standing rigid as a statue, her hands clasped in front of her like a schoolgirl awaiting punishment; Teddy with his back slightly bowed, gaze lowered; Mary seated on the edge of her chair, eyes darting nervously from face to face. Two others stood in the shadows, older servants whose names Niccolo had never learned, men who had been swallowed so completely by this house that their identities had faded.

But what struck Niccolo most was Roberto himself. The man leaned heavily on his carved ebony walking stick, the silver wolf’s head at its top glinting in the pale light filtering through the curtains. N

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038. The Seed Of Hatred
The air in the police station felt thick enough to choke on. The buzzing fluorescent lights hummed overhead, flickering as though they too were weary of the scene unfolding below. Niccolo stood in the center of it all, his gaze cold and unyielding, daring anyone to meet his eyes. His hand still tingled from the punch he had landed on Officer Mike. Before anyone else spoke, Lyla raised her trembling hand and pointed at him. “Can you see how violent he is? Beating up cops and threatening women,” she said quickly, her voice pitched with false sincerity. “you can tell that he's clearly not a good person. My friend here was robbed and attacked, and we barely managed to get her to the police station with officer Mike's help. The criminal mentioned Niccolo's name, and he invited him here but rather than apologizing or trying to sort things out, he went crazy and beat him up instead!”The silence that followed was heavy, only broken by the pained groans of Officer Mike clutching his bloody n
037. Police Station
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035. Wedding Date
Ariana sat frozen, her hands pressed against her knees, staring at Niccolo with an unreadable expression. Confusion swirled with hurt in her chest. She opened her mouth, closed it again, then looked at him as though she might be able to pull the truth from his eyes if she stared long enough.Selene, however, blinked, still in disbelief. She thought she had misheard, that maybe Niccolo’s words had been twisted by her own wishful imagination. But no, when she searched his face for the slightest flicker of humor, she found none. His jaw was set, his eyes steady. He was serious.Niccolo inhaled deeply, steadying himself. Every word he spoke was deliberate, his tone calm though the air around him burned with tension. “I know how it sounds. But this is what I want.”He looked first at Ariana, the woman who had been kind to him when he had nothing, who had never turned away despite his scars and flaws. He knew her feelings were sincere, and the way she had been open about them from the start
034. An Unusual Proposal
Niccolo had made up his mind.He knew he couldn’t depend on the whispering voice in his head. Its guidance, its mysterious mature, had only dragged him deeper into shadows he didn’t understand. If he wanted real answers, he needed to go back to the only person who had given him even a fragment of truth, the elderly woman. But that could wait. For now, he had another promise to keep.The two days he gave Ariana had passed, and he was sure she would be waiting.That morning, Niccolo rose before dawn. He stood before the mirror, adjusting his shirt until every line lay neat against his shoulders. His face was calm, but beneath the surface, his blood carried the weight of a thousand possibilities.“Selene,” he called softly.She emerged from the bedroom, still in her night robe, her hair tumbling in loose curls. “Yes?”“Get dressed,” Niccolo said. “Something nice. We’re going out.”She tilted her head curiously. “Where?”“Somewhere important,” he replied, his tone leaving no room for furt
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The apartment was silent except for the faint hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. Selene had long since drifted to sleep, her breathing steady and soft from the bedroom. Niccolo, however, sat rigidly on the couch, the leather briefcase resting on the coffee table in front of him like a predator waiting for him to make the first move.He had avoided it long enough. The weight of it had been following him like a shadow, a constant reminder that something inside carried the power to change everything.Niccolo inhaled sharply and unlatched the locks. The metallic clicks sounded louder than they should have in the quiet of the night. His hands trembled slightly, but he forced them steady as he lifted the lid.Inside, the contents were neatly arranged, almost ritualistic.The first item he pulled out was the photograph of Niccolo's birthday. He stared at it for several moments, still getting chills from the amount of resemblance they had to each other. Another photograph was of he and

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