The Blood Legacy: Heiress of the Underworld

Episode 1 🌑 Chapter One: The Funeral Isn’t Over > The Moretti estate smelled of roses and blood. Seraphina stood at the edge of the courtyard, her black veil fluttering in the Sicilian wind. Below her, the mourners circled like vultures dressed in designer black. Her father’s casket gleamed beneath the sun, the golden Moretti crest burned into its lid. She hadn’t cried. Not when the call came in from Palermo, saying he’d been ambushed. Not when she’d flown in under a fake name. Not even now, as the empire her father built stood vulnerable—for the first time in three decades. They didn’t know she existed. Not truly. To the outside world, Don Alessandro Moretti had only one child—his weak, sniveling son who’d vanished a year ago in a haze of drugs and disgrace. But Seraphina was the secret weapon. The bastard born in exile, trained in shadows, hardened in silence. The child he shaped into a queen of c*****e while the world looked elsewhere. Now he was gone. And every vulture in the underworld was circling. “Welcome home, principessa,” a voice growled behind her. She didn’t turn. She didn’t have to. She knew that voice. Dominic Russo. Her father’s right hand. Her shadow. Her past. And maybe her future. “You came,” he said, stepping beside her. His suit was black. His eyes darker. “They’ll kill you if you stay.” “I didn’t come to stay,” Seraphina whispered. Her eyes never left the coffin. “I came to bury him. Then I’ll burn them all.” Dominic’s silence was a blade. Sharp. Quiet. Deadly. “You’re not ready.” “I don’t care.” The first shot rang out before the priest even said amen.