Two years later
All these two years since Yihwa left UK,Ai never contacted her. He vanished from her life without a trace. When she is at the UK,she find out that Ai was ☆Shadow ☆ and the black spirit from her past life.
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Pete Chalermchai moved to the Chalermchai family mansion after Atid married Yihwa.
The dimly lit room smelled of cigar smoke and secrets. The air hung heavy with anticipation as ☆Pete Chalermchai☆, the notorious mafia boss, sat behind his ornate mahogany desk. His eyes, cold as the Sicilian winter, bore into the man standing before him—the one he trusted above all else.
"Yai," the personal bodyguard, was a mountain of muscle and loyalty. His shaved head gleamed under the single pendant light. Tattoos snaked up his arms, each marking a kill or a vow. His eyes, however, held a flicker of concern.
"Boss," Yai's gravelly voice broke the silence. "We've got a situation."
Pete Chalermchai leaned back, fingers steepled. "Speak."
Yai cleared his throat. "Word on the streets is that Shadow, the snake from Palermo, has slipped past our borders. He's here, in our country."
Yai's knuckles whitened as he gripped the edge of the desk. Shadow—the man who killed his family in their past life and the man that is haunting him, who'd orchestrated the hit on Queen Yihwa's in their past life. The vendetta had simmered for years, but now it threatened to boil over.
"How?" Pete's voice was a low growl. "How did he breach our defences?"
Yaii shifted, avoiding eye contact. "He's cunning, Boss. Used a network of informants, bribed officials. The usual."
Pete's mind raced. Shadow's arrival meant war—a blood feud that would stain the cobblestone streets. He glanced at the old family portrait on the wall—the faces of his ancestors, their eyes judging him.
"Find him," Pete ordered. "I want every rat, every snitch, every stray dog in our employ on this. Shadow won't see the next sunrise."
Yaii nodded, but his gaze lingered on the portrait. "And what about madam, **Yihwa**? She's been asking questions. She's smart, Boss."
Pete's heart clenched. Yihwa—the one light in his dark existence. She'd grown up in this world, but her innocence remained intact.Her father was a Mafia boss also.He'd shield her from the bloodshed, but now…
"Tell her nothing," Pete said, his voice brittle. "She's my weakness, Yai. Shadow won't hesitate to use her against me."
Yaii's jaw tightened. "And what if he already has?"
Pete's blood ran cold. "What do you mean?"
Yaii hesitated, then pulled out a crumpled photograph. It showed Yihwa laughing in a sunflower field, her golden hair catching the light. But behind her, blurred and sinister, stood Shadow.
"He was watching her," Yaii said. "Waiting for the right moment."
"Isn't this Ai? Yihwa's best friend ." Pete asked
"Yes, but the situation is complicated,he is Shadow. The real Shadow. "
Pete's rage ignited. "What ? Bring me Shadow head," he snarled. "I don't care if it's on a silver platter or a rusty spike. But first, ensure Yihwa's safety."
Yaii saluted, his loyalty unwavering. "Consider it done, Boss."
As Yaii left, Pete stared at the portrait once more. His ancestors seemed to whisper—vengeance, honour, sacrifice. He'd protect Yihwa, even if it meant plunging deeper into the abyss.
Outside, the city pulsed with secrets—the narrow alleys, the hidden courtyards. Shadow had come to their doorstep, and the shadows trembled.
Pete Chalermchai Salvatore leaned back, fingers tracing the scar on his cheek—the mark of a past vendetta. He'd finish what his boss started. The Mafia would bleed, and the sunflower fields would weep.