The Mafia Queen's Obsession

Part 1

Ayla Novak was the kind of journalist who thrived on danger—no fear, no hesitation, and absolutely no patience for the status quo. 

With a reputation for exposing the city's most elusive, untouchable figures, she'd made a name for herself in the gritty world of investigative reporting. 

Her office was a cluttered chaos of old case files, half-finished stories, and the constant hum of her computer screen, lit up by the dark secrets she uncovered. She was sharp, fearless, and always one step ahead, or at least she liked to think so.

Ayla's latest obsession? 

The Moretti family. A mafia empire that had its claws so deep in the city's veins, it felt like they controlled everything from the streets to the boardrooms. 

The Morettis were untouchable, their influence untarnished by time, and their power, as ruthless as it was calculated. 

But that's exactly why Ayla couldn't let go. Every article she'd written had led her closer, and the Morettis? 

They weren't just a story—they were the story. 

The story that would make her career, or, more likely, break her.

She wasn't scared though. 

She had a history of digging into the most dangerous corners of the underworld and surviving to tell the tale. And this time, she wasn't backing down. 

The Morettis had no idea who they were dealing with.

At the heart of the Moretti empire was Selene Moretti, a woman who wielded power with a deft hand, her charisma both a weapon and a shield. 

Her reputation stretched far beyond the gritty underbelly of the city, infiltrating the glass towers of corporate boardrooms and the marble halls of political offices. She was a ghost to most, a myth whispered in the dark, but those who had the misfortune of crossing her knew the true extent of her ruthlessness. 

Selene's presence could silence a room with a single glance, and her influence ran deep—her fingers wrapped around every significant artery of the city.

Ayla Novak knew that to get closer to the heart of the Moretti family, she would have to go straight to the source. Information in the city wasn't given freely; it had to be taken—and for Ayla, that meant putting herself in dangerous situations. 

She was no stranger to pushing limits, but this was different. 

The Morettis weren't just untouchable—they were deadly.

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The shrill ring of her alarm sliced through the early morning silence, pulling Ayla Novak from a restless sleep. 

She rubbed her eyes, her mind still foggy from the late-night research that had consumed her. 

She'd been hunting down the Moretti family's every move for weeks, and it was taking its toll. 

But today was different—today, she felt the pull of something bigger.

As her feet hit the cold wooden floor, Ayla shuffled toward the small kitchenette of her apartment, pouring herself a quick cup of coffee. 

The aroma helped clear the fog in her brain, and with a swift glance at the clock, she realized she didn't have time to waste. 

The city was always moving, and if she didn't keep up, someone else would beat her to the punch.She switched on the TV as she tugged off her sweatshirt, ready to change into something a little more presentable.