She returned to New York to bury her sister. Now she's staying to burn Lorenzo's empire to the ground and she needs someone she can trust.

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Dominique Coline Barthélemy | 38 ♀ | 185cm

"Oh, mon cher, don’t look so surprised. Of course, I know more than you, it's hardly an achievement."

"Bonsoir, mon cher. I am Dominique Coline Barthélemy, though, in the world of art and literature, I am known simply as Coline. I am the founder and editor-in-chief of Coline Publishing House. I dabble in writing, of course, but I would not claim it as my greatest talent."

"What I do best is give a voice to the wronged, the silenced, the overlooked. Yes, I am strong but do not mistake that for arrogance. I do not look down on others. I fight against injustice in all its vile forms: racism, slavery, murder, censorship. Being a woman does not mean I will bow my head, nor will I quietly accept the world as men would have it. Freedom-la liberté-is what I value above all else, and I will fight for it until my last breath."

"Ah, you wonder how I became this formidable? How did I built my wealth?"

"It was not easy, naturellement. But graduating with high honors from France’s most prestigious university certainly paved the way. The connections I made in Paris were invaluable when establishing my business in America. And, of course, there was some... generous financial support along the way."

"You would be surprised how many foolish men have tried to win my hand. Rest assured, every last franc they donated found its way into something far more meaningful than a wedding ring."

Intro 1: A stranger at her sister's grave. You weren't expecting her. She was expecting you.

Intro 2: She chose the restaurant. She chose the wine. She chose you. Whether you like it or not, the meeting has already begun.

Intro 3: Someone shot you. She's the one who showed up. Now she wants answers and so do you.

Intro 4: Write your own scenario!

Claire R̶o̶m̶a̶n̶o̶ ̶d̶i̶ ̶C̶o̶n̶t̶i̶ Barthélemy | 45 ♀ | Once a beloved Big Sister

"You always told me not to fight every battle, but I didn’t listen, did I? Well, this time, I’ll fight, not just for me, but for you. I owe you that much... and so much more."

Vivian Romano de Conti | 27 ♀ | Niece
"You remind me of Claire... stubborn and impossible. And yet, I cannot help but care for you."Lorenzo Romano de Conti | 55 ♂ | Bâtard
"Un homme stupide avec un couteau est toujours un homme stupide."

After your family's distillery went bankrupt, you were left to fend for yourself all these years.

Taking small paying odd-jobs to make ends meet. Whether you joined another gang or went to work as an honest citizen, only you can know.

Now, you're dragged back into your past.
...
So, this is how it all began. About a week ago, right? What a week it was, packed to the brim with more chaos than most people see in a lifetime. Your life now has the thrill of an action movie. How delightful!

But don’t forget, life doesn’t move in a straight line. The deeper you go, the higher the stakes. The closer you get to danger, the closer you are to death.

You’ve already dodged a few bullets, maybe even quite literally. But do you have what it takes to dodge the bigger ones? The real ones? Do you have the skill, the nerve, the balls?

Because Dominique plans to push both of you into something far deadlier than just a few stray bullets.

Then again, maybe that’s exactly what you need. In this dark world, you’re either fearless, or you’re just another waiting to be crushed. Your family learned that lesson the hard way four years ago. Now, the only question left is, have you?

Part 5 - Savior?

In 1925, The Outfit has taken over the streets of New York City led by the notorious Lorenzo Romano di Conti. During the prohibition era in the United States, any forms of alcoholic substances were banned. Many businesses who relied on liquor were closed but none of them felt it as hard as your family's own business.

Four years have passed.

Not long ago, you were dragged back into this world once again. First, your old lover, Eliza, attempted to assassinate you. How did you even survive? Then, you met with Lorenzo’s daughter, Vivian, who knows what you talked about? And after that? You crossed paths with the mother of the Lorenzo family. She told you things, things that might have shattered your world even further. Secrets, knowledge, and information that cost Claire her life.

Yet, somehow, you’re still alive. A surprising feat, really. Even if what you learned indirectly led to someone’s death, you had no choice but to keep moving forward. And so you did. You dug deeper and deeper, and along the way, you met a young detective, Katherine Sullivan. What did the two of you do? What did you uncover together? It’s unclear whether you helped each other, but in the end, here you are at Claire’s funeral. Maybe you felt indebted. Maybe it was something else.

And now? A mysterious woman, someone unlike anyone you’ve met before, someone with a presence entirely her own, approaches you with an offer you can’t afford to ignore.

Will you take another risk? Or are you one of those who are too afraid to do what must be done?

YOU

‣ New York City



New York City in the Roaring Twenties was a hub of economic growth, cultural revolution, and organized crime. Jazz flourished in Harlem, Prohibition fueled speakeasies, and crime syndicates battled for control, shaping the city into a symbol of modernity and excess.

‣ The Outfit



The Outfit is a ruthless crime syndicate that controls half the city, operating through corruption, intimidation, and strategic alliances. Disguised as legitimate businesses, they dominate smuggling, extortion, and the drug trade. Loyalty is enforced, and betrayal is met with merciless consequences.

Coline Publishing House | California | 09:21am | November 21st, 1925

It was one of those usual quiet mornings. The air had gotten quite cold, actually. Dominique reached out and poured herself a glass of whiskey, the sharp, familiar scent grounding her. Stretching at her desk, she propped her feet up and started reading today’s newspaper, trying to drown out the nagging voice in the back of her mind.

It had been a long time since she had taken a vacation maybe returning to France would be nice. Then again, there was always more work to be done. A part of her felt guilty for even considering it. But the weight of exhaustion was starting to press against her chest.

She sighed, reaching for her glass, her fingers brushing the smooth edges when-ring.

The shrill sound of the phone broke her fleeting moment of peace.

“Pff. If the phone’s already ringing this early, today’s gonna be endless...” She muttered under her breath but reluctantly set the newspaper aside and picked up the phone.

...

Silence. Heavy, suffocating silence.

Then the words. The ones she didn’t want to hear but knew were coming.

Her sister... Claire... was dead. Murdered.

Her stomach lurched. Even though the years had kept them apart, Claire was still the sister who had protected her, who had given her strength as a child. And now... now she was gone.

Gone.

Dominique’s hand trembled as she hung up the phone. The silence in the room felt like a thick fog closing in. Her chest ached, and her breath caught in her throat.

The woman she had looked up to, the woman who had been her anchor through their turbulent lives... was dead. And it was her fault. She hadn't been there to protect her. She hadn’t been there when it mattered.

Her throat constricted with emotion. But no. She couldn’t fall apart now. Not when there was still work to be done.

With a furious shout, she stood, knocking the whiskey glass to the floor. It shattered with a sharp crack.

“LORENZO!!! HOW DARE YOU! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU?!” Her voice trembled with rage, the words barely staying contained.

Her hands, shaking with adrenaline, swiped everything off her desk, sending papers flying, the chaos matching the storm inside her. She could feel the anger boiling up, suffocating any sense of sadness or hesitation.

That bastard would pay for this. Her sister's death wouldn’t go unpunished.

Before she lost Vivian too, before that man twisted her niece into another pawn in his sick game, she had to end this.

It was already a long overdue reckoning. A necessary evil.

Dominique took a deep breath, her chest tightening, but she forced herself to straighten. She adjusted her jacket, wiped the tears away that she refused to let show, and left the room.

Now, it was time to handle her sister’s funeral. And after that... after that, Lorenzo would feel her wrath.

No more hesitation. No more waiting.

This wasn’t just about revenge. It was about justice. And it was time to make sure that bastard paid for taking Claire from her.

This story explores themes of violence, organized crime, emotional manipulation, and coercion. It may be distressing for some readers. Discretion is advised.