Chapter 9 - Reclaiming the Throne
By dawn, the attempted cyber-incursion had been completely neutralized.
The external syndicate’s front accounts—totaling over two billion euros in illicit capital—had been systematically drained and redirected into legitimate charitable foundations managed by the Romano syndicate, legally ironclad and completely unrecoverable by their former owners.
Isabella stood on the balcony of the Romano Tower, watching the golden morning sun rise over the sprawling city skyline. The air was crisp, clean, and entirely under her control.
The Bellini family had fled the country in disgrace. Dr. Julian Vance was locked in a high-security detention facility beneath the Alps. And the mysterious international syndicate had discovered the hard way that crossing the Romano heiress was a fatal mistake.
A quiet footstep approached from behind.
“The Grand Council is waiting in the boardroom, Isa,” Luca said gently, stepping out onto the balcony with a warm, proud smile. “They’re ready to officially ratify your transition as the supreme head of the syndicate. No more hiding. No more civilian disguises.”
Isabella turned around, the morning light catching the sharp, regal angles of her face. She smoothed down the lapel of her tailored black blazer.
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“Good,” she said quietly. “It’s time the underworld remembered who built the foundation they’re standing on.”
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