Days passed, then weeks, and months. The Liroux estate carried on as if nothing had happened, the grand halls and polished floors echoed with the laughter and gossip of its inhabitants, blissfully unaware of the storm quietly brewing beneath the surface.
Until two days before the extravagant banquet, the season when the wealthiest families, the most powerful alliances, would gather to pay respect to the oldest mafia lineage, the Liroux name. The season when Lionel’s wife would wear the cherished ring, the symbol of her family, her legacy, and her pride.
But as preparations reached their final stages, a sharp cry rang through the estate. Vincent’s mother had noticed something amiss. The box with the Liroux insignia, the ring within it, which was tightly hidden and safeguarded, was gone.
