The villa had never felt so fragile. Each creak of the ancient walls, every whisper of the wind through the olive trees, seemed to carry a warning. Elena sat at her desk, her fingers restless as she studied the encrypted files scattered before her. The weight of her crown felt heavier tonight, and the war she fought was no longer just with guns and blood—it was with shadows and lies.

Vittorio’s reach had extended further than anyone had predicted. His operatives infiltrated their ranks, turning allies into enemies and secrets into weapons. Elena knew that the true battle was not just for power but for survival—hers, Enzo’s, Lorenzo’s, and the...