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In a world where magic is fading, Elara, a young seer with untapped powers, must embrace her destiny to prevent the rise of the Shadow King. Joined by allies like the rogue warrior Kael and the wise mage Lyra, she journeys through enchanted forests and forgotten ruins. But dark forces, including the sinister Lord Malakor, hunt her every move. Will Elara unlock the ancient prophecies in time, or will darkness consume the land? Dive into this epic fantasy filled with adventure, betrayal, and magic!Content：
I fought with my husband, Alessio, the Don of the Moretti family, over the mistress who'd given him twin sons.The next day, he stormed into my bedroom and put a gun to my head.
Did you take my sons?! You vicious bitch!
While I was still in shock, he ordered his men to lock my eight-year-old daughter, Lucia, in the icehouse for three whole days of "training."
He gave me an ultimatum: Lucia would stay there until I brought him his sons.
Lucia froze to death in that icehouse.
I returned with her death certificate in my hand, my heart a hollow stone in my chest, only to find him moving his mistress and their sons into the home we once shared.
He was cheerful, dismissing the whole thing as a misunderstanding.
He even had the audacity to tell me to go get Lucia to meet her "new little brothers."
I just stared, tears tracking paths down my face, the life inside me extinguished.
It wasn't until that thin piece of paper—the death certificate—fluttered to the floor that the color drained from Alessio's face.
He finally realized Lucia was gone.
Killed by his own blind, cruel pride.
Chapter 1
As the wife of the Don, I never imagined my husband would lock our own daughter in an icehouse and freeze her to death, all because he suspected I'd kidnapped his mistress's sons.
It started the day before.
I found out that my husband, Alessio Moretti, the boss of the Moretti family, had twin bastard sons.
Rage, pure and hot, blinded me.
I snatched the photos from the private investigator and stormed into his study.
"Your whore gave you twins?" I didn't bother knocking, just slammed the photos onto his desk.
In the photos, he held two baby boys.
The blonde, Cassandra, was draped over him like a cheap suit, her smile a brand on my soul.
Alessio didn't even look up. "I thought you'd knock, Isabella."
"Knock?" I sneered. "Do I need an appointment to see my own husband now?"
He stood up slowly, fixing his cuffs with a grace that was almost cruel. "What do you want?"
"I want you to admit you betrayed me!"
"Betrayal?" He walked toward me, each step like a predator circling its territory. "I need heirs. In seven years, all you've given me is a daughter."
His words were a poisoned knife straight to my heart. "Lucia is your blood, too!"
"A daughter can't lead the Moretti family," he said, his tone chillingly calm. "Marco and Mike are my heirs. My true heirs."
I stared at him. The man I'd loved for ten years was looking at me like I was a stranger.
"Then what am I to you?"
"You're my wife. The lady of the Moretti family. That position is always yours."
"A position?" My voice started to shake. "I'm not one of your business partners!"
He turned away, his back cold. "In the Moretti family, there's no difference."
A chill that had nothing to do with the room crept through me.
I spun on my heel and walked out, pausing at the door for one last word. "You'll regret this, Alessio."
The next morning, I woke up to a gunshot.
Alessio stood in my bedroom doorway, a black Beretta in his hand. The barrel was pointed at the floor, but the threat was clear.
"Get up. Marco and Mike are gone."
I shot up in bed. "What?"
"My heirs," he said, stalking toward me, his eyes like a hawk's. "They were in the safe house last night. This morning, they vanished."
"What's that got to do with me?"
"You threatened me yesterday. Today, my sons are missing." He slowly raised the gun, aiming it at my chest. "What a coincidence, my wife."
A chill shot up my spine, and fear choked my throat. The husband I knew was gone. In his place stood the Don of the Moretti family—a cold, ruthless stranger.
"I swear, I didn't—"
"Swear?" He laughed, a cold, sharp sound. "I only believe in action. Give me my sons, or you'll learn the price of betraying me."
"I really don't know where they are!"
He didn't answer. He just turned and stormed out.
Ten minutes later, Lucia's screams ripped through the entire estate.
I flew down the stairs like a madwoman to see two of his men dragging my eight-year-old daughter away.
Her little hands clawed at the air, her eyes filled with a terror I'd never seen before.
"Mama! Save me! Mama!"
"Let her go!" I lunged at them, but Alessio blocked me like a brick wall.
"It's a family tradition," he said, his voice so calm it was monstrous. "The Moretti crucible. Every true member of this family is forged in it."
"She's just a child!"
"She's Moretti blood." He grabbed my wrist, his grip so tight I thought my bones would snap. "She needs to learn discipline."
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