The Betrayed Mafia’s Heir Chapter 10

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The headlines hit the news before sunrise:
“Authorities Shut Down De Luca-Backed Business Over Fraud Allegations.”
“Illegal Dealings Uncovered—Investigations Launched.”
“De Luca Empire Under Scrutiny: Is The Syndicate Crumbling?”
Stephan sat in his office, fingers clenched around the edge of his desk as he scanned the reports. His phone had been ringing non-stop.
Lawyers. Business partners.
Men he had thought were loyal, now hesitating, scrambling for answers.
The business in question—a real estate front that funneled millions through offshore accounts—had been airtight.
No paper trail. No leaks.
Or so he thought. He exhaled slowly, forcing himself to remain calm.
Celeste had done this. She had handed over just enough information to cause damage—but not enough to destroy him completely.
Not yet.
She was toying with him, peeling away layers of his empire, bit by bit, like a predator savoring the kill.
And damn it, he couldn’t even be as angry as he wanted to. He was intrigued.
He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his jaw. He had underestimated her.
Not just her intelligence, but her ruthlessness. Celeste wasn’t just attacking his empire—she was dismantling him.
Every day, another piece of his world slipped through his fingers. And no matter how hard he tried to counter her moves, she remained just out of reach.
He thought she’d come at him like a scorned woman—reckless, emotional, messy. Instead, she was a scalpel, carving out his power piece by piece.
And worse? She was enjoying it.
For the first time, fury and something far more dangerous curled together in his chest. She wasn’t just an enemy for him now.
She became some kind of obsession.
Stephan already saw Celeste at several different events. Places that are usually filled with the elite—businessmen, politicians, crime lords—all drinking, laughing, making deals that would shape the underworld for years to come.
While she was gathering more power, he was trying to meet with potential investors—men willing to back his crumbling empire.
And she was glowing.
Not just with strength and boldness, but with something deeper. Something he hadn’t seen in her for years.
She always moved through the room with absolute confidence, expression is cool and unreadable, discussing business with men who, just months ago, would have bowed to him.
He saw the way they respected her. The way they listened.
Celeste wasn’t just playing at power—she was power.
She’s completely different now. And that realization struck him harder than it should have.
What unnerved him the most? She seemed completely unaffected by him.
While he couldn’t stop himself from staring at her. Something dark coiled in his chest. He hated it.
But he also wanted to understand her.
Forget about ‘Valerie’—the woman who had once softened under his touch, the woman who had begged for his attention.
He wanted to know Celeste. The woman who now threatened to tear him apart.
Catherine’s persistence prevented him from fully controlling his thoughts about Celeste that night. When Stephan got home, he almost immediately was pulled into their bedroom with an urgency that wasn’t just passion—it was possession.
Her hands were desperate, her kisses demanding, as she guided him onto the bed, her body molding against his.
Catherine was fighting with some sort of anxiousness caused by Stephan’s now regular absence in her bed. Always so busy—with his business and with problems from his ex-fiance.
She wanted to remind him. About the heat and softness of her body. About her love.
And about her family’s power over his. Her power.
“You’ve been distracted lately,” she murmured against his skin, trailing a finger down his chest, nails scraping lightly. “Should I be worried?” she whispered.
Stephan smirked, forcing his thoughts elsewhere. He grasped her waist, flipping her beneath him, burying himself in her warmth, in the familiarity of her body.
His lips started roughly brushing against her neck, her firm breasts and heated flesh, masking the lie.
“You’re the only woman I could think about.” As a silent answer to that, Catherine’s gaze sharpened slightly while she buried her fingers in the hair on the top of his head.
She didn’t believe him. Not fully. But she wanted to. So she let herself believe—at least for now. Her nails of another hand dug into his shoulder.
“Good,” she moaned. “Keep it that way.”
The silk sheets were slightly rumpled as Catherine woke hours later to the cool emptiness beside her.
She pushed herself up, letting the sheets pool around her waist. The bedroom was dimly lit by the city skyline beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows.
And there he was. Standing so flawlessly naked by the glass, bloody nail-traces on his back, a tumbler of whiskey in his hand, staring out at the city. Lost in thought.
Catherine didn’t need to ask what—or who—was on his mind. She already knew.
Her fingers curled into the sheets as something cold settled in her stomach.
Celeste Beneventi now wasn’t just a problem.
She was a threat. And Catherine would make damn sure Stephan didn’t forget which woman was by his side.