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The youngest son of Rome's most feared Mafia King, Alessio Valentini, and the ruthless yet elegant Mafia Queen, Helena De Roza.
The baby brother of Luca Valentini. Elliott Valentini. Niccolรฒ Valentini.
Born into blood. Raised among weapons. Groomed inside an empire built on power and fear. Fear was never an emotion Heaven understood. But despite growing up beneath chandeliers that had witnessed violence and loyalty sworn in blood - he never once wanted to walk the same path as his parents.
While Luca, Elliott, and Niccolรฒ trained with weapons... Little Heaven found himself drawn to something entirely different.
Music.
Dance.
At just four years old, he would proudly announce to anyone who listened-
"I want to be a singer and a dancer!"
Everyone laughed. Because Valentini blood did not become singers. Valentini blood did not become dancers. Or so they believed.
They were wrong.
Heaven had always been the type to know exactly what he wanted. Even as a child, his desires weren't fleeting. They were rooted. Growing. Burning.
Yes, his parents trained him in martial arts alongside his brothers.
Yes, he mastered every technique flawlessly.
Yes, he could hold a weapon steady without trembling.
But deep inside him... there was a different rhythm. He knew his talent. He knew his dream. And it was never to inherit the Valentini Empire.
When he turned ten, that dream stopped being childish imagination. It became a decision. After months of quiet research and thinking far beyond his age, Heaven reached a conclusion. If he stayed in Rome, nothing would change. He didn't want to hold a gun. He wanted to hold a microphone. And so he made a choice.
South Korea.
But how?
A ten-year-old boy couldn't move across continents without his family's approval. Convincing them would be the real battle. Talking peacefully to parents who solved problems with bullets? That was the challenge.
Still, this was his life. His future. Even if he got shot down - verbally or otherwise - he would say it.
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A Sunday night.
8:00 PM - Italian time.
The Valentini Mansion was alive as always. Guards stationed inside and outside. Maids moving silently across marble floors. Alessio and Helena descended the staircase just as dinner time approached.
Luca and Niccolรฒ were deep in conversation - probably exams. Elliott sat in the far corner of the couch, scrolling on his tablet, uninterested in everything.
"Where is Heaven?" Alessio's deep voice filled the hall.
"In his room," Luca replied casually. "Where else would he go?"
Niccolรฒ rolled his eyes. "Probably blasting music in his headset and dancing again. That's his only hobby."
Elliott shot both of them an unimpressed look. "Is he dancing on your legs? No. Is he forcing you to listen? No. Then why are you so bothered?"
Silence.
Helena and Alessio exchanged an amused glance.
"Ah," Alessio smirked. "So to shut those bratty mouths, we just need Elio."
Helena chuckled softly.
"Heaven sweetheart...! Come down for dinner!"
A few moments later, light footsteps echoed down the staircase.
There he was.
"Ahh... there you are," Alessio beckoned him closer.
"Com'รจ andata oggi, figlio mio?"
(How was your day, my son?)
Heaven walked over and sat on his father's lap. "It was good, Papa."
Niccolรฒ muttered something under his breath. Elliott smacked the back of his head lightly. "Behave."
Then-
"I have something to say."
The room went still.
"What is it, honey?" Helena asked gently.
"You can tell us, sweetheart," Alessio encouraged.
Heaven inhaled. "I want to study abroad."
Silence.
Then-
Laughter. Except for Elliott.
"You want to what?" Helena blinked.
"Yes."
The laughter faded when they noticed the seriousness on their ten-year-old face.
"Okay," Alessio said slowly. "Now it's serious."
"Why suddenly?" Helena asked. "At this age?"
"I just... want to."
"And where exactly?" Elliott asked calmly.
Heaven didn't hesitate. "South Korea."
Five jaws dropped.
"Korea?" Niccolรฒ scoffed. "You want to fly from Europe to Asia now?"
"Are there no good schools in Italy?" Luca challenged.
Alessio's expression hardened.
"You are too young. Not just another country - another continent. It's not happening."
Heaven's jaw tightened. "I didn't say now. In two years. When I enter middle school. There's a school called Hanbul. They provide K-pop training. Acting. Performance arts. That's where I want to go."
Silence again.
This time, heavier.
Because he hadn't spoken like a child.
He had researched. Planned. Chosen.
Alessio leaned forward. "So you were serious about becoming a singer and dancer?"
Heaven's heart thudded. "Yes."
Alessio clenched his jaw. "You were born into this family and you think you can just-"
Helena gripped his hand firmly, stopping him. She gave him a warning look.
"Sweetheart," she turned to Heaven gently, "we need to discuss this. Go to your room. Dinner will be sent up."
Heaven studied their faces for a moment... then nodded and walked upstairs.
As soon as he disappeared- Alessio exhaled sharply.
"What are you thinking, Helena? Sending him away? He carries Valentini blood! And not just leaving Italy - but chasing that dream? A boy meant to hold a gun wanting to hold a microphone is absurd."
Helena looked at her husband calmly.
And the real discussion... Was about to begin.
To be continued... ๐ค๐ฅ
