By morning, the city hummed with rumors—everyone talking, murmuring on street corners and in glassy high-rises. But not about the bodies left cooling on the concrete, not about the blast that ripped through the warehouse an hour after Alessia and Lucian had slipped out into the night. No, silence fell hard there; the truth was something best left to shadows. None of the three major organizations wanted to admit they were scrambling behind the scenes, clashing and scrambling, fighting to erase any sign of their involvement. Every whisper was a calculation. Every omission, a strategy.
Instead, the whispers spilled in another direction, fast as spilled liquor and twice as flammable. Gossip caught like wildfire.
All about her.
Alessia Valente.
The heiress—her family’s legacy inked in contr
