The knock came just as Bella Russo put down her fork, its sharp echo cutting through the tension that had been building all evening.Antonio Russo stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. He shot a nervous glance at Bella, then at Elena, his elder daughter, who sat stiffly at the edge of her chair. No one said a word.Bella frowned, her chest tightening with unease. “Who is it?” she asked, though deep down, she already knew.Her father ignored her, walking to the door with heavy, hesitant steps. When he opened it, the man standing on the threshold seemed to fill the entire doorway, his presence overwhelming.Bella’s breath hitched.The man tall, broad-shouldered, and impeccably dressed in a black suit stepped into their small home without waiting for an invitation. His movements were fluid, his air of authority undeniable. Everything about him was sharp: his jawline, his high cheekbones, the piercing gray eyes that scanned the room with a predator's calm.For a brief mome
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