Chapter 87

• Chapter 87: The Crowned Victory
• The mansion smelled of gun oil and smoke when the news came. Marco had confessed under Alessio’s blade, stammering out every detail—the payments, the signals, the white boxes. He’d been the mole all along. One clean cut ended his betrayal, and with it, the last whisper of Ferrero’s crumbling empire.
• Elena stood at the balcony of the war room, watching as the guards carried the last of Ferrero’s flags out to the bonfire in the courtyard. The flames licked high, devouring the old crest, sparks scattering into the night sky like dying stars.