The alliances with Stefano brought temporary relief, but it came with a price, both in trust and in risk. Vito's might became longer as he coordinated with his men, ensuring their every move was calculated and precise. Kleia could see the toll it was taking on him. Though you try to shield her from the stress, she felt its weight in every glance, every unspoken word.
One evening , as they shared a quiet dinner after the children were asleep, Vito's phone buzzed on the table. He glanced at the screen, his expression hardening.
" is it him?" Kleia asked, her voices steady, despite the flicker of anxiety in her chest.
Vito nodded, rising from his seat. " it's Stefano. I need to take this."
He stepped into the study, leaving kleia alone at the table. She stared at half empty plates, her appetite gone, and decided she couldn't sit idly by any longer.
