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"The Billionaire Mafia Boss Just Dropped to His Knees—And It Wasn’t for His Fiancée." / Chapter 4 / 6

Chapter 4 - A DANGEROUS REVOLT

"The Night the Fortress Fell: A Mother’s Ultimate Sacrifice."The betrayal happened at 3:00 AM.

Nora woke up to the sound of shattered glass and the deafening rattle of automatic gunfire echoing through the courtyard. The emergency red lights of the estate began to pulse, casting a bloody glow across her bedroom walls.

She panicked, scrambling out of bed, her hand instantly going to her heavily pregnant stomach. "Nico!" she cried out, but the bedroom door was locked from the outside.

Suddenly, the door was blown off its hinges.

Through the smoke stepped Viviana Greco. She wasn't wearing white cashmere anymore. She wore a sleek tactical jumpsuit, holding a suppressed pistol, her eyes manic and bloodshot. Behind her were several rogue Bellandi guards—men who had clearly accepted a bribe from Isabella and the Grecos.

"Well, well," Viviana hissed, pointing the gun directly at Nora's stomach. "The little incubator is awake. Did you really think Nico could protect you? His own mother gave us the security bypass codes. No one wants your bastard contaminating the bloodline."

Nora backed up against the headboard, her mind racing. She had no weapon, no training. But she had the fierce, primal instinct of a mother.

"If you kill me," Nora said, her voice shaking but resolute, "Nico will never rest until he tears your family apart piece by piece. You think you win by doing this? You’ll just be marrying a man who will spend every waking breath plotting your agonizing death."

"He'll get over it once he realizes it was his mother's idea," Viviana laughed, raising the gun to aim between Nora's eyes. "Goodbye, waitress."

BANG.

Nora squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the impact. But the pain didn't come.

Instead, a heavy thud echoed through the room. Nora opened her eyes to see Isabella Bellandi standing in the doorway, a smoking gun in her hand. One of Viviana's rogue guards fell to the floor, dead.

Viviana spun around in shock. "Isabella?! You gave us the codes! We had a deal!"

Isabella’s face was pale, but her eyes were fierce. "I gave you the codes to kidnap her and force Nico's hand, Viviana. I never agreed to let you murder my grandchild. I am a Bellandi. We do not slaughter our own blood."

Before Viviana could react, Isabella fired again, clipping Viviana’s shoulder. Viviana screamed, dropping her gun, as her remaining guards grabbed her and began a hasty retreat through the burning hallway.

Isabella rushed over to Nora, grabbing her arms. "Can you walk? We have to go. The estate is compromised."

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The ink on the emergency audit report was barely dry when the secure terminal on my desk flashed a violent crimson. I hadn't slept in thirty-six hours, my eyes burning from staring at columns of ghost figures, duplicate invoices, and shell corporations linked to Dominic Rossi. But the red alert wasn’t from Rossi’s faction. It was an internal security flag originating from the estate’s main vault deep beneath the west wing.

The ink on the emergency audit report was barely dry when the secure ter...

The glass shattered into a thousand tiny diamonds on the marble, scattering the light from the chandeliers. The muffled laughter died instantly, replaced by a suffocating, heavy silence that crept outward from the grand staircase.

The glass shattered into a thousand tiny diamonds on the marble, scatter...

The heavy oak doors of my private study clicked shut behind us, locking out the clinical, terrifying silence of the kitchen. Evelyn Crane stood stiffly in front of my mahogany desk, her hands folded over her apron with the rigid precision of someone who had spent decades micromanaging every square inch of my estate. Behind her, Norah hovered near the doorway, clutching her clipboard like a shield.

The heavy oak doors of my private study clicked shut behind us, locking...

"Why are you helping me?" Nora gasped as Isabella guided her through the smoke-filled corridors.

"Because I am a mother first, and a mafia queen second," Isabella snapped. "Now move!"

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