CHAPTER ONE:THE MISSINGPIECE
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CHAPTER 1 : THE MISSING PIECE
“ Marchetti Mansion “
Screams ……
“ No please don't kill me “
A man shouted his voice echoing across the empty dock , he stumbled towards the edge ,
“ please don't do this “
A gunshot shattered the silence , he lost his balance and fell into the river with a loud splash .
…..
Rafael jolts awake ,
Sitting upright on the bed with a gasp , his chest heaves as he sucks in a desperate breath , the image of the man replaying in his mind, interrupted by a knock ,
he says “come in” ,
Enzo Vitale walks in ,
Rafael's consigliere , a loyal tall dark haired man with brown eyes , “we have an active location where
Cristiano was last spotted and a body was found “ he remarked ,
Rafael gets up , his bedroom is the kind money couldn't simply buy but is inherited through power. Tall floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city, though thick dark curtains, shutting the outside world away, with a king sized bed dominating the space, with crisp black Egyptian cotton sheets and a charcoal cashmere throw, the headboard crafted from dark Italian leather. His whole room was a rare luxury , he got up and walked towards the bathroom and got ready with his black thick attire.
Rafael Marchetti, Ceo and Heir of Novara Holdings, a 35 years old overachiever, 6”3 with deadly hooded brown eyes , and the perfect jawline, with sharp features impossible to ignore . He is fearless and powerful consumed with hate and the need for revenge, always ready to destroy everything in his way.
He heads down , sweeping the staircase with measured steps,
Every sound echoed through the mansion,
The house was quiet.
Not because it's peaceful but because it was controlled , Everything was managed, everyone was controlled , everyone was mindful . Wealth decorated the walls, but authority lived within them.
As he walked out , three men were there awaiting him . Their posture remained calm, their steps were measured . They were not just mere guards , they were men who earned their place through loyalty , hardwork and obedience.
As they reach the entrance the doors open .
The air is filled with the scent of possibilities and aura as they walk to the spacious driveway.
Waiting were two gleaming black Mercedes
The first was reserved for him and his consigliere Enzo, its door already held open by the chauffeur. The second waited a few feet behind for the three henchmen, who climbed in only after their boss had taken his seat.
The doors closed almost simultaneously.
The engines purred to life, and the two Mercedes sedans rolled through the towering iron gates in perfect formation, disappearing onto the road .
Rafael is worried , because the man from his dream was not just anyone, it was his twin brother,though they had been born minutes apart, but they might as well have belonged to different worlds.
There whole lives was through the walls of the mansion growing up , they were not given the luxury of a normal life while other kids played games like hide and seek they played with guns , Wooden guns were soon replaced with realistic ones, and every game ended with one pretending to win while the other wondering why there had to be a winner.
Rafael was made for that world.
He wore confidence like his second skin , marching around the gardens with his toy pistol tucked into his waistband, barking orders at the household staff as though he owned the empire. Victory thrilled him, dominance became natural , and tears meant nothing. Every lesson their father taught about power, fear, and loyalty settled deep within him, shaping a boy who rarely smiled and almost never hesitated.
His brother , Cristiano, was different.
He still learned to shoot, still memorized the rules of the family business, and still stood beside his twin during every lesson. But where his brother saw targets, he saw people. Where his brother was happy winning, he wondered what the loser felt . He felt the pain of everything , every harsh thing , every word from those around them.
As time passed, the gap widened.
One grew colder , believing emotion was a weakness that powerful men could never afford.
The other learned to hide his compassion beneath a controlled expression, knowing kindness had no place there.
They shared the same face.
The same blood.
The same name.
But one was raised to rule through fear, while the other never stopped searching for the humanity everyone else seemed determined to erase , while Rafael Marchetti is ruthless , Cristiano Marchetti is a young dedicated man , less aggressive , although he was diagnosed with borderline personality disorder when they were younger he has never caused harm to anyone, many considered him the weaker brother , when their father died he drank himself away overwhelmed with pain while Rafael drowned himself with work , Cristiano had always been the calmer brother growing up , that is exactly why Rafael respected him because he was courageous enough to always face his feelings, while Rafael just tossed him aside , Cristiano was sensitive, intense , he felt everything, happiness, sadness, anxiety everything ,unlike Rafael whose only known emotions were anger and business, Cristiano is the only person important to Rafael, and now he is missing.
Cristiano has been missing for a year now , no one has any idea where he is , when left , him and Rafael had just had a fight , and he stormed off in anger and was later reported missing after a month of not finding him , since then Rafael has decided to write off the idea that Cristiano is probably dead , either ways Rafael is consumed with hate since his brother's missing .
Rafael's Pov
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Driving with high speed towards the outskirts of Rotterdam. We stopped at an old warehouse, a man stood in front of us with a blue collar shirt and pleated trousers leading them in , we hopped down from the car and walked towards the warehouse, the three henchmen walking in front of me as they slowly lean their hands to the gun strapped on their waist , they enter , as I follow I see a man walking towards me
“Rafeal what brings you here , please sit “
A man said he smirked while walking towards me.
There is information on my missing brother here or so I was told , I replied with a grin while sitting .
Your brother isn't here , he said .
“Dont waste my time “
I suggested calmly, my fingers against the arm of the chair.
The man swallowed hard. "I've told you I don't know anything “
"No." A faint smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. "You gave me no useful information “ you have to make my trip worth it ,or else ..
"I swear I know nothing “ the man insisted
"You know where he is and you have made your choice”
Without looking away from the man, I made the smallest gesture with two fingers.
My henchmen adjusted pulling out their weapons, sensing the change in the atmosphere.
At his request , chaos erupted
The sound of gunfire filled the warehouse. Had they shot the man's henchman filling the air.
I arose , adjusted my suit, and looked down at the scared man.
"I asked you for honesty," I said quietly. "You gave me excuses."
The man's face drained of color as the realization settled in.
“Fine , Cristiano was last spotted leaving for Mexico that's all I know” the man said .
Mexico ? I asked
Yes Mexico he replied with a shaky voice
Okay , I meant no harm ofcourse , I said with a smile on my face as I turned to leave , walking out Enzo moved closer leaning in he asked.
Where to boss ?
Back home, I need more information, I need you to reach out to the company's private investigator , I said , walking back to the car ,
We drive off , and I think to myself ,
If Cristiano is really dead then I am going to make sure I kill anyone and everyone involved in the most excruciating way
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