VIOLA'S TARGET
The Salvatore Mansion — Midnight The moon hung low, silver shadows casting quiet webs over the marble halls of the Salvatore estate. In her room, Fiona lay awake, staring at the ceiling, the Moretti letter now folded on her bedside table — unread for the tenth time. Her mind spiraled with confusion, pressure, and ache. The tension between Gio and the Morettis. The guilt of being torn between duty, heart, and something she didn’t even fully understand yet. Her parents… Viola… the inheritance… And Gio’s words kept echoing: “If there’s going to be a war against you… I didn’t start it. But I’ll end it.” Elsewhere… At a Shadowy Private Club Viola sat at the velvet bar, swirling a drink with one hand, her cold stare fixed on the bottle — but her thoughts were sharp. She had received a
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