Chapter 29
To cement their absolute sovereignty, the Caruso family hosted a lavish, highly exclusive gala within the secure walls of their compound. The grand ballroom was a masterpiece of vivid, pristine colors, illuminated by dazzling crystal chandeliers. Dozens of elite guests, loyal capos, and powerful politicians mingled, their sharp American accents blending into a sophisticated hum. They were all acutely aware that they were standing in the court of an undisputed king. Vincent stood at the base of the sweeping marble staircase, dressed in a flawless, tailored tuxedo. The heavy family signet ring gleamed on his hand. When the orchestra began to play, the room fell silent. Evelyn appeared at the top of the stairs, breathtakingly beautiful. Her fair, rosy skin practically glowed against her dark, custom-designed silk gown. She descended the stairs with aristocratic grace, completely reclaiming her rightful place. Vincent offered her his tattooed hand, his dark eyes burning with fierce, unwavering devotion. As they stepped onto the dance floor, the entire room watched in silent, terrified respect. They were not just a couple; they were the architects of a new, impenetrable empire.
