The mansion felt different now.
Not because Damian was missing
but because Isabella was no longer the frightened girl who had first stepped into his world.
She walked through the corridors with purpose, her steps silent but commanding. Damian's men watched her, some with uncertainty, others with curiosity. None dared underestimate her anymore.
Her first briefing began at dawn.
Maps covered the long table, marked with territories, financial streams, and smuggling routes. The lieutenantsmen hardened by decades under Moretti rule stood waiting.
Isabella took Damian's seat.
A small act.
But it changed everything.
"We keep everything running," she said.
"No pauses. No gaps. No weakness."
A few exchanged doubtful glances.
Luca, standing behind her chair like an immovable shadow, said calmly,
"You heard her."
Sophia added, "If any of you thought she was temporary, think again."
The room went silent.
One lieutenant cleared his throat.
