The De Rossi estate didn't just host parties; it staged spectacles.
The ballroom was a sea of Italy's elite—men in ten-thousand-dollar tuxedos and women draped in diamonds that could buy a small city. Every major Mafia head from across the borders had flown in, and enemies who smiled too politely to be trusted.
No one had refused the invitation.
No one refused the De Rossi family and lived long enough to explain why.
They weren't just here to drink the vintage champagne; they were here to see if the rumors were true.
The youngest son, the one with the dark reputation and the even darker secrets, had been handed the keys to the empire. And tonight, he was revealing the woman who would stand by his side.
"He's actually doing it," a Donna from a rival house whispered, hiding her mouth behind a lace fan. "He's bringing a commoner into the bloodline. After what his father decreed?"
