Chapter 43 – Luca's Funeral Trap
**** Luca's POV ****
It was a gray day, a sky thick with mourning clouds as the city prepared to bury a man who refused to stay dead.
Luca Raze stood beneath the black canopy erected beside the burial site, his suit immaculate, his expression unreadable. Raindrops gathered on the brim of his umbrella, falling in slow, measured rhythm. He didn’t blink. He didn’t move. He simply watched.
Isabelle Vale stood at the front, beside the coffin, her hands trembling as she clutched a white rose. Her eyes were hollow. Her black dress fit her like a second skin, a widow in every way but name. Her grief was silent, too practiced to be raw. Too perfect to be true.
Luca narrowed his eyes.
Everyone believed Dante Vale was dead—the body charred beyond recognition, th
