Chapter 10 - The Sovereign Queen
Three months later, the private balcony of the Marconi penthouse was bathed in the warm, golden light of a crisp autumn sunrise. The harbor below hummed with endless activity—dozens of container ships moving in perfect synchronization, their hulls bearing the unmistakable crest of the Marconi syndicate.
Giulietta Marconi stood at the edge of the glass railing, wearing a sharp, tailored ivory trench coat, her hair catching the morning breeze. She held a porcelain cup of black coffee, watching the city wake up beneath her feet.
Luca Moretti stepped out onto the balcony, holding a secure encrypted tablet.
"The European shipping ports in Rotterdam and Marseille are fully integrated, boss," Luca reported with a respectful nod. "The Zurich Council wired the quarterly dividends ahead of schedule, and our domestic logistics are operating at a hundred percent efficiency."
Giulietta took a calm sip of her coffee, her gaze fixed on the horizon where the sun was climbing steadily into the clear blue sky. "And Preston?"
"He finished his three months in the warehouse distribution center yesterday," Luca said, a faint smile touching his lips. "We gave him a bus ticket and a small severance envelope, just like you ordered. Last we heard, he boarded a greyhound heading west. He won't be back."
"Good," Giulietta said quietly.
May you like
She set her coffee cup down on the marble table, looking out over the endless expanse of territory that now answered to her name alone. There was no wedding veil, no white roses, and no illusion of submission. There was only absolute power, earned through cold strategy, unyielding strength, and an iron will that nothing in this world could ever break.
The wedding was long dead. But the reign of the undisputed queen had only just begun.
