After the Crash

"“I need your help to fake a private jet crash,” I said quietly.“It’s the only way I can ever leave Luca Moretti.”People said he’d given up the Mafia throne for me.They called him the man who traded power for love—the heir who walked away from blood and gold just to marry a waitress from the slums.For years, he made the world believe in us.He built empires under my name.He sent me roses every Monday.He told the press I was his salvation.But love doesn’t always mean loyalty.While I was busy believing in forever,he was building a second home behind my back—one filled with laughter, toys,and twin sons who had his eyes.The night I disappeared, his empire burned.He tore apart cities, bribed governments,and buried men alive just to find me.But by the time he did—I was already gone.And the woman he’d once died forno longer loved him enough to stay alive."