•MATTEO’S POV•The soft hum of the car’s engine was the only sound cutting through the silence between us. Anthony sat in the passenger seat, eyes scanning the buildings as we passed by, though I could tell his mind was elsewhere—probably on the conversation with my father from last night. But now wasn’t the time to dwell on that. We had a lead to chase. Fantasma—the Ghost. Ethan’s tip had been vague, nothing more than a code name and the name of a bank account where money was sent to Sebastian, but it was more than we had a week ago.I tightened my grip on the wheel as the city lights blurred around us. “I talked to the contact at the bank this morning,” I said, breaking the silence. “They confirmed that the account was real but...”“Let me guess,” Anthony cut in, his tone dark, “it’s a dead end?”I nodded. “The account was closed less than a month ago almost the same time after Aurora’s accident. No trace of where the funds went after that.”Anthony si
•MATTEO’S POV•I barely finished my call when I got a knock on my office door. The head butler walks in looking pale which makes me know he didn’t come bearing Goodnews. “What is it?” I ask sounding impatient.“Alfredo Enzo is here to see you.” He managed to say his head down and he was visibly trembling as he mentioned “that” name.Alfredo is here? Whatever for and after all these years? “Let him in.” And I wave away the butler who goes to let the sudden intruder in. I stroll down the stairs casually as I am honestly not impressed nor am I in the mood for Alfredo. He was nothing but trouble. It’s been years since we last saw which was more reason I wasn’t pleased to have him here as we didn’t end on good terms.The front door swung open with a confidence that only someone like Alfredo could manage. He strolled into the house like he owned it, a casual arrogance in his stride. He hadn’t changed, except now his presence carried an undercurrent of something
•AURORA’S POV•We’re in my room and Bella sat across from me, pale and distant. She hadn’t said a word since we’d come into the room. Her hands rested in her lap, her eyes fixed somewhere, lost in thought. It was as though she was here physically, but her mind was wandering, far away.“Bella?” I finally spoke up, breaking the silence. She didn’t react immediately, like she hadn’t heard me, so I leaned forward slightly tugging at her arms. “Bella, are you okay?”Her head turned slowly toward me flustered, but her eyes still seemed far away. “Huh? Oh… yeah. I’m fine.”She was lying, and we both knew it. I’d seen her shaken before, but never like this. It wasn’t fear; it was something else. Something new. And it worried me as I wasn’t a good judge of emotions.“You don’t look fine,” I pressed gently. “What’s going on? I mean, if it’s about the guy who came here, what’s his name again….. Alfredo, I think….”Her face stiffened at his name. There it was again—so
•MATTEO’S POV•“Got it. Keep me updated.” And the line goes dead. Still no lead on Fantasma.It’s been a week since Alfredo’s visit and the tension of his visit still hung in the air unspoken amongst any of us. Father didn’t get to hear about the visit so I made sure none of the staff spoke about it to him. He shouldn’t find out at least till I’m sure what Alfredo is up to.Too much time had passed since we last crossed paths, and his sudden appearance wasn’t sitting right with me. I wasn’t naive.“Mateo?” Anthony’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts.I glanced up from the table. Anthony had been staring at me for the past few minutes, waiting for me to say something. “What did you say?” I muttered, trying to refocus.He leaned forward. “I asked if you still think Alfredo’s visit means something.”“Of course it does,” I said, trying to suppress my frustration. “Alfredo doesn’t just show up after all these years for nothing.”Anthony nodded, his eyes na
•AURORA’S POV•The days after Alfredo's unexpected visit were quiet. Almost too quiet. It felt like the calm before a storm, and every time I thought about it, I got really nervous but I tried my best not to show it. Alfredo’s presence had done more than just stir up old memories for Bella, it left me feeling like something bad was gonna happen anytime. Matteo and Austin were on edge, and Bella seemed distant sometimes even if she tried to feign being okay, her eyes constantly wandering as if she was somewhere far away. I tried to distract myself most of the time, hanging out with Bella and Sofia. Sometimes my sister and cousin would come over to the house but that was it. Once they left that feeling would creep back.Lost in thought, my phone buzzed on the table beside me, and I reached for it absentmindedly, expecting a message from Bella or Matteo. But the moment I glanced at the screen, I felt a chill run down my spine.“HELLO AURORA, FANTASMA IS HERE”.
•AURORA’S POV•“Matteo….. he’s here!”My breath hitched as Matteo froze by the door, his body was still for a second as his eyes met mine, the eerie silence that followed the crash made the air feel suffocating at that moment. My heart raced faster than my mind could handle.Before I could move, I heard voices in the hall, hurried footsteps. Matteo had left the door ajar in his rush, and I could see Austin sprinting toward us from the direction where the glass had broken, his face a mask of confusion and worry. Right behind him was Anthony, with Bella trailing close behind.“What on earth happened?” Austin asked, his eyes wide with genuine concern as he reached the door. “Are you two okay?”“Someone shattered the glass,” Matteo said sharply, his voice tight as he turned back to Austin, his eyes narrowing. “Fantasma just sent another threat.”“Who is that?” Bella asked, catching up, her breath shallow from running. “Who the hell is Fanta….whatever but who is
•MATTEO’S POV•“The car keys now!” I yelled at no one in particular but in a few seconds, I was handed any car keys. Anthony rushed beside me without a clue as to where I was headed but came either way.“Where to?” He asked.“Alfredo’s.” I responded almost mechanically.The car ride to Alfredo’s estate was suffocating. Anthony kept his eyes on the road, the tension between us unspoken but heavy. I didn’t need him to tell me that I wasn’t thinking clearly—I knew. But every time I thought about Aurora’s accident during our honeymoon, her lying helpless in her own blood, and Fantasma’s games, my blood boiled all over again. I had to get answers.“Matteo, you sure this is a good idea?” Anthony finally spoke, breaking the silence. “Alfredo’s dangerous when provoked. We can’t afford to act rashly.”“I don’t care, I could rip out his throat in seconds” I growled, staring out of the window as the familiar gates of Alfredo’s estate loomed ahead. “If he’s involved,
•MATTEO’S POV• Anthony kept his hands steady on the wheel, his gaze fixated on the road ahead on our drive back. I, on the other hand, couldn’t stop thinking about what Alfredo said. His words are at me like a parasite. “Look around you.”He had wanted me to believe there was something—or someone—I wasn’t seeing, that I was missing the bigger picture. And he was right. We had been so focused on Fantasma that we forgot about the in-house spy that was within our group.But what if Alfredo was trying to throw us off?“Where do we start?” Anthony asked, his voice breaking me out of my train of thought.I exhaled sharply, leaning my head against the window. “We start from the day Aurora got attacked. That's when everything went sideways. If she hadn’t been ambushed, we would have figured out who the spy was by now. We became distracted after that and lost trace of a lot while looking for Sebastian’s killer.”Anthony nodded his face tight with concentration. “An
MATTEO’S POV"No."That was the first word out of my mouth the moment Aurora stepped into the room. I had thought about how I would try to talk her out of joining us in meeting Sofia but seeing how she looked right now told me that if I didn’t stop her, she would pull up something reckless when we got there. Dressed in a black leather jumpsuit paired with a pair of black boots, Her eyes still had that mechanical look to them and she just looked… DANGEROUS."You're not coming with us," I said again, louder this time.She didn’t flinch. "I am." She bent down to adjust the laces of her boots as if I wasn’t talking to her. Bella blinked. "Aurora… you look like you're heading to kill someone.""I might.""Absolutely not," I snapped, moving toward her. "You’re not going into that place dressed like—""Like someone ready to get her son back?" she interrupted.Anthony stood behind me, arms folded and just stared at Aurora before he spoke up. "This isn't a battlefield, Aurora.""Isn’t it? My
MATTEO’S POVThe whole house was thrown into chaos with Liam’s disappearance with Sofia. Aurora hadn’t said a word for hours, as if in a trance and the worst part…Riccardo had insisted on not talking which was nerve-wracking. “All fingers point to Sofia, she has a hand in Alfredo’s disappearance.”Bella pointed out a matter of factly as we tried without end to reach Sofia’s phone but to no avail. “I can’t believe this is happening again and to my son at that. I wish she took me instead.” Aurora’s voice came from the corner of the where she sat in tears. “I really do wish she took me instead of my son, my baby is too young and precious for this.” Loud sobs came at the last part as her body shook violently. I pulled my wife into my arms whispering comforting things to her. Bella and Anthony came close, “Sofia won’t hurt him Aurora, she might be acting this way but would never hurt her nephew. She might be acting up cause of something.” Bella said softly.“But what does she want?” I fi
AURORA’S POV“At this rate, I’ll be late picking up Liam.” I sighed as I took another glance at my watch, it was more than twenty minutes and no sign of Bella. She’d asked to meet but she wasn’t showing up. Dailing her number a couple of times with no response I made to leave the ice cream shop heading towards my car when a message dropped in. Opening my inbox my blood ran cold. “No…no.” I whispered in fear as I looked at the image of my baby boy asleep in the back seat of a car. My mind went black as I jumped into my car and sped up to his kindergarten which was just a three-minute drive from the ice cream shop. “God it better be a prank… not my baby God I beg of you.” I kept praying as my heart slammed against my chest in fear. Immediately I got to the school premises I caught sight of Liam’s homeroom teacher out in the front with some other kids whose parents were yet to pick up. She sees me and waves my way. “Mrs Rocco, what are you doing here?” She asks warmly with a confused
MATTEO’S POVDay three into Sofia’s disappearance and Alfredo's supposed death. That was how long it had been then. Three days, and we still had nothing except her abandoned car in the hotel parking lot. She checked in and never came out leaving everyone fucking worried.And as if that isn't enough, the damn DNA results were still being delayed by Hughes and Dawson. "I want those results on my desk in an hour," I snapped into the phone talking to Dawson, pacing the length of my office. "I don't care what the holdup is. Make it happen. And don’t bring up that crap that he was burnt beyond recognition else I'll Have you burnt as well."The man on the other end stammered, trying to feed me more excuses. I hung up before I lost my temper completely. This was already getting me on edge as it's been days and we've still had nothing from the forensics or the CCTV footage.I turned to Anthony, who was leaning against the desk, his eyes glued to the screen monitoring the CCTV footage. "Go p
SOFIA’S POV.I had to get Matteo off my tail and getting rid of my car was the first part. I parked it at the hotel where we usually hosted our family events, flashed a fake smile at the concierge, booked a room under my name, and took the requested to go out through the back exit and took a taxi to Alfredo’s hideout. I knew Matteo will track my car and it would be easy to find me. It’s been three days since our fall out and it was time to get plans rolling. Dawson has been on my neck cause of the pressure from Matteo and I had asked for three days. Damn it! I hate rushed things. "Ricardo, where's Matteo now?" I whisper, pacing Alfredo’s dimly lit apartment. My fingers drum against my thigh as I hold the phone tight to my ear. Leaving Riccardo behind wasn't part of my plan but worked in my favor as I could keep track of what my brother was up to."Still on the DNA results. He's pressing hard as Dawson is stalling to buy time for you. Anthony is headed to the forensics right now to
AURORA’S POVMatteo picked up on the third ring."What is it?" His voice was sharp and edgy. I guess his meeting at the morgue didn’t go well. Today was just one drama after another."Sofia just left the house," I said quickly. "She stormed out after a fight with Bella. I don’t know where she’s going, but she looked…dangerous Matteo, I’ve never seen her that way even when she was mad at someone. It didn’t feel right."A pause. "How long ago?" His voice came back on the line. "Minutes. She took her car, alone. Didn’t wait for her bodyguard.""Stay put. I’m coming back.""What? I thought you were still at the morgue?""I’m done there and heading home. I’ll be there soon. Don’t let Bella do anything reckless, she’s not the type that will let Sofia off the hook easily after a fight just because they’re siblings."He hung up before I could ask more. Typical.I turned to Bella, who was still fuming from the fight. She had a split lip, and her hands were shaking. Infact her whole body was v
SOFIA'S POV“Damn it.” I screamed jamming the door against its hinges as I stepped into my room. Fuck all of them, Fuck this family. After years of sidelining me, cause they thought of me as incapable of being in the family’s business, they’re still treating me like shit trying to boss me around. Breathing in and out I try to control my breath as I breathe in and out to calm my nerves. “Once I’m done with you guys, you’ll know better than mess me.” I throw myself back into bed and remain in that position looking at the ceiling for almost an hour when my phone notification beeps signaling a message.My hands trembled as I gripped my phone, staring at the last message Dawson sent me. He’s been pulling strings for me in prison in exchange for money to settle his wife’s hospital bills.“They’re questioning the body. Matteo ordered a DNA test. He’s insisting the body isn’t Alfredo’s.”Damn it.This wasn’t part of the plan. I never told Alfredo about this particular plan because I didn’t
MATTEO’S POVAlfredo. Dead. A supposed suicide. It didn’t add up.Alfredo was anything but he wasn’t a chicken head that would deliberately kill himself over a prison time. He would rather serve time and come out to continue his supposed revenge than die like a chicken.Anthony and I walked behind an attendant and a doctor who led the way into the morgue in the prison where the bodies are kept till consumed by the family of the deceased. “He’s he is.” The attendant says stopping in front of the freezer used to store the bodies before pulling it out for us to examine.Stepping closer to take a closer look, his face was totally disfigured almost to the point of no recognition. A burn? Did he set himself on fire? Why wasn’t this said over the phone before we got here?Dr. Hughes, the forensic pathologist, gestured toward the covered body on the steel table. “We received him early this morning. The official report states self-immolation inside his cell. Burned beyond recognition.”My jaw
AURORA’S POVIt’s 8:30 am and no signs of Sofia being back home, pretty sure she didn’t sleep at home last night as I didn’t see her bodyguard as well. Tried calling and she’s been unavailable.Bella strolls in lazily and plumps herself into a seat at the dining table where I, Matteo and Anthony are seated. “What’s for breakfast.” Her voice was patched and I passed her a glass of water. “Thanks, sweet girl.” She gulps down her water in one go. Anthony loads her plate with some food while Bella’s eyes scan the table questioningly, “Uhmm…where’s Soph? Has anyone checked in on her, she complained of cramps yesterday.” She noted. “I doubt she’s home, knocked on her door several times and nothing. Her phone’s not available as well.” I point out and just after I spoke we hear someone walk in and all heads turn simultaneously. There she is.Raising from my seat and grabbing a plate and spoon for her to use I query her “Where have you been? We’ve been looking for and just spoke about you ju