Chapter 69 THE BEGINNING OF WAR
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AUTHOR’S POV
The grand chandeliers overhead cast a golden glow over the venue, illuminating the polished marble floors that stretched endlessly beneath Adeline’s heels.
She held onto Vladimir’s arm, her fingers light but firm, feeling the tension in his muscles. He was nervous—he always was in places like this, surrounded by wealth, power, and eyes that scrutinized every move.
But Adeline? She thrived in it. The flashing cameras surrounded them like fireflies, capturing every second, every expression, every unspoken promise of power that dripped from her presence.
She smiled, the picture of effortless grace, her features unreadable yet captivating.
The press murmured amongst themselves as the flashes slowed, their whispers already spinning stories about her.
A queen reclaiming her throne. A lioness stepping into the den of wolves.
She didn’t need to acknowledge them. Instead, she simply stepped inside.
The moment she entered, the atmosphere shifted. Heads turned. Eyes followed. And then, just as she expected—respect.
The powerful figures from her father’s firm, men who once dismissed her, now stood in quiet recognition.
Some greeted her with polite nods, others with murmured welcomes, but the way they watched her was all she needed to see. They knew. They knew she wasn’t here to play a game.
She smirked.
Power wasn’t just about control. It was about presence. It was about making people feel your existence before you even uttered a word.
Vladimir led her toward the plush leather couches in the center of the room, the kind reserved for those who mattered.
She sat down smoothly, crossing her legs with practiced elegance, but before she could settle, a familiar presence approached.
Casper.
One of the most important figures in her father’s empire. A man whose loyalty lay wherever the power was strongest.
His eyes studied her carefully as he came to a stop in front of her.
“Adeline.”
She turned to Vladimir, placing a delicate hand on his wrist. “Give me a moment.”
Vladimir hesitated, his lips parting as if to protest, but one look at her was enough to silence him. He nodded stiffly, and she rose to her feet, stepping away with Casper.
The moment they were alone, his words came quick. “What’s going on, Adeline?” His voice was low, urgent.
“This… stepping up of yours—”
“I’m taking back what’s mine,” she interrupted smoothly, her voice steady.
Casper exhaled sharply, shaking his head.
“But Luciano has been handling things just fine. There’s no need to—”
She cut him off with a single look, her eyes sharp as glass.
“I am the heir of that power, Casper. And I will get it back.”
His lips pressed into a thin line, his jaw tightening.
“A girl can’t handle that much power.”
Adeline let out a quiet breath, tilting her head slightly.
“Oh?”
“You’re alone,” he pressed.
“Your brother isn’t even an adult yet. Do you really think you can survive the enemies waiting in the shadows?”
She let a slow, knowing smile creep onto her lips.
“I’ve lived with those enemies all my life, Casper. Now, I trust no one.”
The weight of her words settled between them like a heavy fog, thick and unshakable. Casper studied her face, searching for weakness, but there was none to be found.
Before he could respond, a sudden shift in the room’s energy caught their attention.
The air changed.
Conversations quieted.
The tension was almost tangible.
Adeline turned her head toward the entrance, and there, standing beneath the shimmering light of the chandeliers, was the one person she had been waiting for.
Luciano.
His presence was magnetic, undeniable.
Dressed in a sharp black suit, his posture exuded effortless authority, and his dark gaze swept across the room like a silent warning. The crowd instinctively parted for him, creating a pathway as he stepped forward.
He looked different from the last time she had seen him—colder, sharper. If she had been expecting hesitation or unease in his expression, she was sorely mistaken.
Their eyes met.
The air between them dropped in temperature, the weight of unspoken words pressing heavily on the space they shared.
The silence was deafening.
And then, her gaze shifted—past him, toward the two figures who flanked him.
Bianca. Leonardo.
Her lips curled into a smirk.
Leonardo.
He looked at her for a long moment, and she knew—knew that he felt the shift, the storm building between them all.
She held his gaze for a fraction of a second longer, before turning back to Luciano, her smirk deepening.
The battle had just begun.
THE war had begun and there was no turning back at this moment now. Adeline knew the consequences and the danger that lingered around her and Vladimir but she could not just let Bianca or Leonardo win in their plan.
It was never gonna happen.