While Victor's mother was trying to calm his father, a dark shadow appeared on the balcony just outside the room. It was Dimitri. He had been eavesdropping on every single word. His father's humiliation and Victor's overwhelming display of power were eating him alive from the inside.
He muttered to himself with a venomous smirk:
"Father might quiet down, but I won't. Victor, if you want to rule with your 'Godmother' by your side, remember one thing—the streets of Moscow still belong to me."
Meanwhile, back in their suite, Victor held Alia tightly in his arms, whispering reassuringly into her ear:
"No one can tear us apart tonight. Before the sun rises tomorrow, every mafia gang in Russia will know that their new 'Lord' and 'Godmother' have officially taken command."Morning arrived. The snowfall had stopped, leaving the world outside draped in a pristine white blanket. The soft dawn light filtered through the palace windows. Alia got ready, looking fresh and carrying an aura of royal elegance. Today, there was no fear in her eyes—only a newfound confidence. She was now the 'Godmother' of this empire.
Alia walked gracefully to Victor's mother's room. She knocked softly and said in a very respectful tone:
"Mother, may I come in?"
Victor's mother was standing by the window, sipping coffee. She turned around. Her eyes lingered on Alia for a moment. There was a world of difference between the vulnerable girl wrapped in a sheet last night and the confident Alia standing before her now.
She smiled gently and gestured for her to enter.
Mother: "Come in, Alia. I was waiting for you. A great storm passed through this palace last night. Come, sit with me."
Alia moved to sit near her feet as a mark of respect, but the mother pulled her up to sit beside her on the sofa.
Alia: "Mother, I am ashamed of what happened last night. Victor is very protective of me, which is why he spoke to Father like that..."
The mother cut her off:
"There is nothing to be ashamed of. What Victor did was a testament to his love. But remember, Alia, love isn't enough to survive in this family. Victor has declared you the 'Godmother,' but you must earn that respect. Your father-in-law and Dimitri will be at the breakfast table this morning. They will test you. Are you ready?"
Alia looked her mother-in-law in the eye and said firmly, "I am ready, Mother. I will take my place not just as Victor's wife, but as the rightful Queen of this family."Once Alia was fully ready, there was a strange gravity in her demeanor. She walked gracefully toward the kitchen and addressed the head maid in a calm yet firm voice:
"Prepare breakfast for everyone. I want the table to be absolutely perfect today. Along with Victor's favorite Russian dishes, ensure there is a touch of our own heritage as well."
The maid bowed respectfully and rushed to carry out the orders. But as Alia made her way toward the grand hall, a sudden, violent sound shattered the silence.
'The sharp crack of several gunshots!'
Alia froze. Mixed with the gunshots was the piercing wail of police sirens. Looking out of the massive palace windows, she saw dozens of police cruisers and a massive tactical unit surrounding the estate. A red alert had been declared.
Alia realized this wasn't a routine search. Perhaps Dimitri or someone else had played a high-stakes card overnight to trap Victor, or his return had sent shockwaves through the highest levels of law enforcement.
At that exact moment, Victor sprinted downstairs, his silver pistol gripped firmly in his hand. He gestured for Alia to stay back, but she didn't budge. Holding her child close with one arm, she reached out and gripped Victor's hand firmly with the other.Despite the chaos outside, Victor remained unfazed. He stepped out of the grand entrance with calm authority. Hundreds of police weapons were pointed at the palace, but the moment Victor appeared, an eerie silence fell over the crowd.
The senior police officer at the front, decorated with numerous medals, bowed his head in deep respect as soon as he saw Victor. Behind him, the entire police force followed suit, lowering their gaze.
This wasn't an unusual sight; it was part of their daily routine. Everyone knew that this family wasn't just a mafia empire—they were once the Supreme Royal Bloodline of the state. Where the law ends, their power begins. The state moved at their command.
Victor stood with his hands in his pockets and asked in a cold, heavy voice:
"What is the reason for this drill so early in the morning? Have you forgotten that entering these grounds without permission is forbidden?"
The officer stammered, looking humbled:
"Forgive us, Lord. We were only here for a routine security check. We received reports that some of Dimitri's men were causing unrest in the city. After your return, we didn't want any unfortunate incidents to occur."
Victor stared at the officer with icy eyes and said, "You may leave now. Make sure no one dares to disturb my family again."
Within seconds, every officer saluted and began to retreat with their vehicles. Standing on the balcony, Alia watched this unprecedented scene. She realized that Victor's power wasn't just about guns or muscle it was a deep-rooted royalty that forced even the state to bow down.After the police retreated, Victor walked back into the palace, and Alia began serving breakfast with immense grace. She wasn't just acting as Victor's wife anymore; she was stepping into her role as the future Queen and 'Godmother' of this royal empire.
The massive dining table was laid out with a lavish spread—steaming hot coffee, Russian Borodino bread, and a few royal dishes infused with Alia's own heritage.
A heavy silence hung over the table.
The Father sat with a stern expression.
Dimitri and the Eldest Brother exchanged uneasy glances.
Victor watched everyone with his signature calm but piercing gaze.
Alia served each plate with precision. When she reached her father-in-law, her hands were perfectly steady. She spoke in a low but clear voice:
"Father, please begin. I prepared this special herbal tea specifically for your health."
The old Lord looked up at her. The man who had been exploding with rage last night now seemed conflicted. Alia's calm yet firm personality was starting to unnerve him.
Suddenly, Dimitri smirked and spoke up mockingly:
"Quite a show we have here. Police bowing in the morning, and royal dishes on the table. But Alia, do you know that to earn a seat at this table, one must shed blood?"
Alia didn't stop or flinch. She looked Dimitri straight in the eye, smiled faintly, and replied coolly:
"Shedding blood is the work of soldiers, Dimitri. A 'Godmother' knows exactly whose blood to shed and when, just so that breakfast can be enjoyed in peace. You should eat before your food gets cold."
Dimitri was stunned by her razor-sharp response. A satisfied smirk played on Victor's lips. He realized that Alia was now fully ready to rule.