Chapter 133
Daphne POV
My people have fully relocated to the town.
I don't feel naked anymore.
At first, I kept the numbers small, didn't want to draw attention. Castellano blood is too paranoid for grand movements—but now, they've blended in. Seamlessly. Quietly.
Even the staff inside the estate.
Every corridor, every wine cellar, every overly polished marble stair—there are eyes. My eyes.
It's mostly women.
Sure, I still have my usual cadre of muscle—the big men with scars and knuckles like bricks—but one thing my dear relatives have always done well is underestimate women. It's practically a Castellano tradition.
That works beautifully for me.
They think women don't matter in war.
That mistake makes things… so much easier.
Every bar, every boutique, every restaurant kitchen and cleaning staff—mine.
Even the maids in their precious hotels, the girls brushing past their ears with trays of wine—mine.
