Chapter 80: Echoes of the stolen secrets
The book’s last sentence burned into the room like cold iron: "When the blood moon rises, the debt will be claimed. The daughter will pay the coin."
Alessia’s breath left her in ragged pulls.
The kitchen’s pale light seemed to thin around them, as if the walls themselves were listening.
Outside, the rain had stopped, the estate exhaled a damp, petrichor hush.
For a charged instant, the world narrowed to the two of them and the leather-bound truth between them.
She had always known there were layers to Luca’s steel wrapped in velvet, threat braided with care but she had never seen him unarmoured by certainty.
Her confession, her questions, the raw tremor in her hands as she read the inked verdict of her fate, all landed and met with something new in his eyes-fear, jagged and unexpected.
He swallowed it down like a man who had swallowed knives for far longer than she had known him. "Tell me everything," he said, voice low but brittle. The command was the same edge he used on rivals but softer, and intimate.
It was the order of a man desperate to buy time.
She stumbled forward, fingers closing on the book as if it were an anchor that might steady her. "Papa... he wrote his name, He signed it with blood, He thought he could bargain. He thought.... " She stopped, memory surfacing as a salt sting. "He said he betrayed you. He said... he helped the Atlans."
Luca’s jaw clenched. The name Atlans coiled in the room like smoke. Familial ghosts, alliances made in the dark, vendettas that never died. "Your father traded secrets," Luca said quietly. "But secrets are only half a story. The book... the book is a ledger of bargains that should never have been made."
"What does it mean.... ’daughter will pay the coin’?" Alessia’s voice trembled with hate at the unfairness of it. "How do i pay a coin with a soul? How... "
He folded the book gently closed, his fingers trembling just so. "There are ways people make good on debts to things that are not human." He looked at the page where the ink shimmered, then at her, as if measuring whether the sun would rise again. "Rituals, Oaths and Blood exchanges written in languages older than this house. Things that bind and make a bargain permanent. This book is a map and a chain."
Her chest tightened until it hurt. "Then let me leave. Let me go somewhere no one can touch me. If it is the blood moon if they can take me then I will run."
A bitter laugh escaped him, a sound that did not belong to the man who fed her breakfast and smoothed her hair. "Where would you run, Alessia? Your name is stamped across this ledger. Even if you ran to the end of the earth, the ink would follow. That is how this kind of debt works. It hunts the bloodline, not the body."
She pressed her palms to the marble counter until her fingers whitened. Anger rose like heat at her father for selling them, at the book for spinning fate into a noose, at herself for being born into a ledger. "You could have told me. All these years you could have told me what followed my blood."
His arms wrapped around her not in the possessive, hungry way of the night before, but in a desperate, sheltering hold. "I kept you from knowing because I thought ignorance would make you safer," he admitted. "And because... " He broke off, words collapsing under the weight of his own confession. "Because I wanted you to be mine without the shadow of this thing. I thought I could fix it before it took root."
She could feel his heartbeat shift, irregular under her cheek. "You lied," she said, the accusation not cruel but raw. "You made me your secret, your shield, and you kept the blade hidden until it was at my throat."
He did not deny it. He only tightened the hold, as if that could erase years of omission. "Forgive me," he said, and then the word was small and naked and wholly inadequate.
They spent the rest of the morning like weather shifts of storm and clarity. Luca read aloud, carefully, from the book, translating phrases with an authority that suggested he had been trained for such things. Some lines made no sense, some diagrams hummed with a geometry that made Alessia’s scalp prickle.
He spoke of covenants and coins of payments that demanded more than the body could give.
He traced on the parchment a crude circle of salt crossed by an unfamiliar sigil. "This is to hold," he murmured. "It will buy time."
"Time for what?" she asked.
"For a solution," he said. "For a way to break the covenant without losing you. For a counter-bargain." His voice had become small in the corners, but there was a resolve underneath it that cut clean through her despair. "I will gather what is needed. I will call those who know things like this. I will not let fate take what is mine."
She wanted to believe him. She wanted to believe the way his hands smoothed her hair, the possessiveness made of old promises. Still, the book lay between them like a third presence, patient and hungry.
Outside the kitchen window, a shadow moved a figure brisk and purposeful.
Alessia looked up and fredo had returned, wiping rain from his sleeves.
He glanced at them, then at the closed book, and something unreadable slid across his lined face.
"You told him?" Fredo asked Luca quietly.
Luca’s jaw worked. "Yes."
Fredo’s eyes flickered toward Alessia, then back to Luca. "There are whispers," he said. "Seraphina’s people have been asking questions. Donna Angelica’s private seer visited the market and paid a man for hearsay about blood rites. If the Atlan clan learns the book containing late Mr bianchi and late Mafia Morano oath is here..... "
Luca did not let him finish. He moved, fluid and precise, setting the book into a locked safe and sealing it with a combination that seemed to pull the air taut. "No one outside this house will touch that book," he said. "Not if I can help it."
A knock came at the outer door, three measured raps, the kind of code that belonged to the family’s undercurrent.
Luca moved to answer. At the hallway’s entrance stood Daisy, eyes wide, cheeks damp with some rain-smeared worry.
Behind her, breathless and wide-eyed, came a messenger boy with a letter stamped by Virenkai’s foreign crest.
Daisy’s hands trembled as she handed the envelope to Luca. "It’s from Donato and princess elowen," she said. "It came with a rider. He.... "
Luca’s fingers closed on the wax and broke the seal. He read, while the rest of them leaned in, the room holding its breath.
The letter was brief but its meaning drilled like an auger through stone. Donato wrote of dangerous travels, of the princess’s counsel, of a man named safary who now skirted borders with secrets in his pockets. He spoke carefully of a whisper that the black book was not merely a ledger of bargains but a key. "If the wrong hands—" Donato had written, "if they study it, they may unmake more than debt."
Luca read the last line which an additional from princess elowen. "I just found this, and I decided to send it immediately".
He folded the paper slowly and looked at Alessia, and in that look there was a storm and an apology. "Donato will come back," he said. "He will not allow this to be used to harm you."
Alessia wanted to hope. The word scraped her throat.
Fate, however, had a persistence that hated delays.
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Earlier when Daisy came in and the moment she signaled, Alessia knew something was wrong.
Her best friend’s eyes carried an urgency that couldn’t wait.
When she was done speaking with Luca, Alessia excused herself and followed Daisy out to the balcony, the night air heavy with silence.
Daisy leaned closer, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Seraphina has stolen the box... the one your mother gave you."
Alessia’s heart skipped. That box, her mother’s gift containing a special package and a mysterious memory gone.
She had been searching for it for days, hoping it had been misplaced.
But deep down, she knew, And Daisy had just confirmed her worst fear.
"I remember leaving it at the edge of the bed," Alessia murmured, her chest tightening. "But now it’s vanished..."
Daisy placed a trembling hand on her arm. "Listen, Alessia. I don’t want Luca’s anger to turn on seraphina. You know how dangerous that would be. If he finds out, it could spark a family riot.. something that could tear everything apart more than it already is. Let me handle this on your behalf... Alone."
Alessia turned, defiance burning in her eyes. "i won’t let you do this alone, I’ll go in her apartment and get it back, Just like you used to sneak out for Romeo?"
Daisy blinked in disbelief. "Yes but Alessia, Luca is overprotective with you. How will you even manage this without him knowing? I don’t support you going to Seraphina’s apartment. It’s not just reckless... it’s suicide." Her voice cracked, fear not for herself but for her dearest friend.
Alessia only smiled, that stubborn glint flashing in her eyes.
"Seraphina wasn’t afraid to come into my den. So why should I be afraid to go into hers? Let’s do this." She reached out, gripping Daisy’s hand. "Woman to woman... we fight back."
Daisy stared at her, dumbfounded, as Alessia’s words lingered in the night.
The storm was coming...