Chapter 18:
She didn’t flinch. She looked right through him like she had me, and smiled. Not soft. Not cruel. Just final.
“Oh she said, tilting her head. “I don’t talk to strangers.”
She turned, her gown sweeping across the marble like thunder, and walked away. Luca Moretti followed–watchful, poised, deadly. Cameras flashed. People whispered. And I just stood there, frozen, wrist still in Zeus’s hand.!!
He didn’t look at me. He didn’t see me. Not really. And that’s when I knew… She hadn’t just returned… She’d stolen the room, the moment, the breath in Zeus’s lungs. And I was just background noise.
But I wouldn’t stay that way for long. Even ghosts could be dragged back to the grave.
And I was already digging.
SAVANNAH’S POV
The order was given two hours after the gala. Clean, no blood, no noise. Just silence and precision–Moretti style.”
I didn’t want the three minions dead. Not yet. That would’ve been too merciful. I wanted them humbled. Wrecked just enough to remember the taste of my name when they choked on it
My father’s men had already marked them. Their routines. Their drivers. The way they liked their post–gala champagne, how long they lingered at the hotel lobby for attention. It was almost too easy
They were taken separately. Alessia from her hotel room in Milan, Dani in Rome, just after her petty photoshoot with a C–list rapper. Mirelle was in Monaco, drunk on a yacht that didn’t belong to her.”
All three woke up in Montenegro. Private estate. White walls, glass corridors, and guards stationed like shadows. No windows that opened. No phones, No cameras. No names. Just whispers in Italian and the scent of control in the air.
I arrived at midnight. Dressed in white. White silk. No jewelry. No makeup. I didn’t need armor. Not anymore.
The moment they saw me, the screaming started. It made no difference. I didn’t flinch. Didn’t smile. Didn’t raise my voice. I wasn’t here to punish them. This was an education.
I visited Mirelle first. She was the loudest, always barking behind Zoraya like a damn lapdog with too much filler in her lips. Now? She looked small. Fragile. The kind of girl who thought her father’s last name was enough to shield her!!
sat across from her folded my legs slowly, and leaned in
“Mirelle,” I said, voice soft. “How’s your boyfriend in Cartagena?”
She blinked
My smile didn’t reach my eyes. “You didn’t think I knew? The offshore account? The dirty payments from the Escada cartel? You took their money. To spy on Lambert’s movements, You stupid little insect
“W–What–how do you-?”
“Because I don’t post my life, Mirelle. I watch yours.
She cracked fast. Cried like a spoiled brat losing her Gucci sponsorship:
“Tm sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to=“”
! leaned in closer, cut her off. “Save it. I don’t want an apology. I want your silence“!
pulled the folder from my bag–photos, documents, account numbers. Proof she wouldn’t dare explain.
“I’m giving you one plane ticket. To anywhere out of Europe. You disappear. New name. New face if you’re smart. If I hear your voice in an interview, if I see your tagged location, if your name is even whispered in a comment section–I’ll feed what I have to the cartel myself, And I’ll let them be creative.”
She signed. Shaking. Crying. Begged for a guard to escort her to the airport.
One down.
Alessia was next. She lasted twenty minutes
I didn’t touch her. I didn’t even raise my voice
I just showed her what I knew. The real reason she got kicked out of that Swiss boarding school. The video of her drunkenly calling her mother’s affair a “discount porno. Her brother’s gambling debt she kept bailing out in secret.
I dropped it all in front of her like diamonds made of shame.
“I could ruin your entire bloodline with a USB,” I said, tone soft like a bedtime story. “So here’s what happens. You walk away tonight. Or you don’t walk away at all.”
She dropped to her knees. Whispered, “Please don’t hurt me…”
“I don’t need to,” I said. “You’ve already done that to yourself.“! Signed, Gone.X
Two down.X
8:46 AM
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Dani was a little tougher. The kind of girl who thought being pretty was the same as being bulletproof.
She tried to sass back. “You’re nothing, Savannah. You’re a fake. A dead girl with daddy’s money and no soul.”8
I didn’t reply. I nodded once–and Luca dragged her out into the courtyard.
She screamed as we forced her to her knees.
Mirelle was waiting there too. Fake bruises painted on her face. Blood capsules dripping from her mouth. She sobbed like she’d been tortured for hours. Luca cocked a pistol, pointed it right to her temple.
Dani cracked. Fast
“No! Wait! I’ll sign it! I’ll–just don’t=“8
She collapsed to the dirt. Signed every paper. Gave up every social handle, every title, every ounce of identity she had online.
“Run far,” I told her. “Change your name. And if you so much as tag Monaco on Instagram–I’ll make sure your bones don’t even get the dignity of a coffin.“D
She left without looking back.
They all did.
That night, I returned to the villa. Luca was already waiting. Sitting at the bar. Shirt open, hair messy from the wind. He poured me a glass of red wine and passed it to me without a word.
I didn’t smile. I didn’t toast. I just stared at the glass for a while, then finally whispered, “Three down. Two left.”
He sipped his drink, jaw tight. “Zoraya’s been digging. Your background. Lambert’s records. She’s obsessed with you…”
I didn’t look at him. “And Zeus?”
Luca’s voice dropped lower. “Same. One of his men asked about a file on the Moretti heiress this morning. Zeus finally saw your diamond- worth 2
I nodded slowly. “I know. And I’m just starting. I will ruin Zeus just like he ruined me.”
Then I looked at Luca. “Where’s the man Father arranged for my dinner date?”
Luca set his glass down. “Waiting in the east wing. Armani suit. Name: Dominik fucking handsome mafia heir.“2
I stood, smoothed the silk over my hips.
“Good. Let him wait’l
And I walked out like vengeance in heels.
