Chapter 64

• Chapter 64: The Daughter’s Rebellion
• The storm outside lashed against the fortress walls as if the sea itself was raging at Ferrero. Elena stood at the tall windows, her reflection staring back like a stranger—silk dress hugging her curves, hair tied in a crown braid, her scar faint but visible in the candlelight. She had played the role so well these past days that the capos now bowed slightly when she walked past, muttering la principessa under their breath. She was Ferrero’s daughter in their eyes. But inside, she was still Elena, and she knew if she didn’t act soon, she’d drown in this new identity until nothing of herself remained.
• Ferrero had called for her again tonight. She crossed the marble hall toward the council chamber where his men waited with sharp smiles and sharper knives. The air smelled of cigars, iron, and expensive cologne. As she entered, Ferrero’s voice boomed.