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¤MAHA-CHAPTER¤ ▪︎Author's Pov▪︎ {PART-1}
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Somewhere in Fiji ≫ At Someone's Mansion
"ARRGGGHHHH!" A roar shattered the tense silence. The crash of a vase echoed through the dim room, sending a cold shiver through those present, the shards scattered like splintered fear on the floor.
"USELESS FOOLS! YOU CAN'T EVEN FIND ONE GIRL!" The same voice snarled, venomous and wild. His men flinched, trapped in the regret of ever aligning with such madness.
"Patience, Romeo," Ettore Abate's voice slithered through the tension, calm and unsettling. "They'll uncover her soon enough... The Princess can't hide forever." His words carried a dark promise, but they did little to quell Romeo's spiraling rage.
"No! She's not hiding... she'd never hide from me." Romeo's voice cracked with frustration, barely above a whisper, but it sent chills through the room.
"It's the Romanos. Her father, her brother. They're the ones keeping her from me-always getting in the way. Me and my Juliet..." His words faltered, the madness seeping through, making his men shift uncomfortably.
Ettore sighed deeply, his patience wearing thin. "Find her by tomorrow, or-"
"NO!" Romeo snapped, cutting Ettore off, eyes wild with a frightening resolve. "I don't just want her found. I want a list of every enemy the Romanos have ever made. All of them. Reach out to them. If I don't take action now, I'll never have her back... she'll slip away from me."
The men nodded quickly, anxious to leave, their fear palpable as they hurried out. Ettore remained, frowning as he watched Romeo step into the light, his gaze fixated on a large photo of Amaira Romano. His obsession was raw, painfully human-desire tangled with desperation. Nothing else seemed to matter as he stared at her face.
"What are you trying to do, my son?" Ettore asked, watching Romeo, whose face had gone cold, emotionless.
"I want revenge," Romeo muttered, his voice low but sharp. "The Romanos have made me suffer for years, forcing me to hide in the shadows. Now it's their turn." His eyes darkened with the weight of his hatred.
"And as much as I hate to admit it... they're too powerful for me to take down alone. But you know the saying-'Your enemy's enemy is your friend.' While I make them bleed, I'll take my Juliet, far away, somewhere they'll never find us."
