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Chapter 10 - Bloodline and Broken VowsThree days later, the Garden District estate was undergoing a complete transformation.

Every trace of Vanessa Bellini’s presence had been erased from the grand mansion. Her portraits were taken down, her French lace furnishings donated to local charity hospices, and her private jewelry collection auctioned off to fund a pediatric clinic in Houma.

Luca called a private family gathering in the grand salon.

Around the room sat the senior captains who had remained loyal to the Moretti throne through three decades of war: Vito Carbone, Dante, and four district commanders who controlled the Gulf ports.

On the long sideboard sat platters of fresh food—not expensive French mousse or imported truffles, but hearty, authentic Louisiana fare: blackened gulf redfish, cast-iron cornbread, and fresh roasted pork glazed with wild blackberry reduction and sage charred over pecan wood.

Luca stood before his commanders, holding a crystal glass of bourbon.

“Over the last five years,” Luca addressed the room, “this house was drifting toward an alliance built on cold politics and false promises. We were ready to hand over our river gates to people who had no honor in their blood.”

He turned his eyes toward me as I stood beside the fireplace in a simple, tailored ivory dress.

“Nora Reed brought us back to our roots,” Luca said, his voice ringing through the vaulted room. “She reminded us that an empire without loyalty is just a collection of bricks waiting to be burned down.”

He raised his glass.

“To Samuel Reed. And to the new dawn of the Moretti family.”

Every single capo in the room stood up, raising their glasses in a thunderous salute:

“To Samuel Reed! To Don Luca!”

Vito Carbone walked over to me, his lined face creased in a warm, respectful smile. He took both of my hands in his rough palms.

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“Your grandfather was a great man, young lady,” Vito said softly. “He saved our families when we had nowhere else to turn. It is an honor to welcome you home.”

“Thank you, Don Vito,” I smiled, feeling a deep, profound sense of peace settle over my heart.

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