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‎Unknown‎‎Gabriel was a fool.‎‎I had known it from the beginning. He had the perfect plan, the perfect setup, and yet he let himself get distracted. He went off the rails when his only mission was to kidnap Isadora and bring her to me.‎‎I suppose I should thank him. His failure made it easier for me to move in silence. While he was busy letting his emotions ruin him, I kept my focus. I played my role. I waited.‎‎And now, I’ve reached the final steps of my plan.‎‎A slow smirk tugged at my lips as I leaned back in my chair, the dim glow of the screen casting shadows across the dark room. Everything was in place. Every move calculated. Every piece positioned exactly where I needed it to be.‎‎Unlike Gabriel, I knew how to be patient.‎‎A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts.‎‎I didn’t turn. "Speak."‎‎The door creaked open, and hurried footsteps approached. "We have a problem."‎‎I sighed, already irritated. "Of course we do."‎‎the voice continued. "Someone hack

‎LUCA‎‎The weight of the revelation sat heavy in my chest, an unwelcome, burning presence that I couldn’t shake. I had spent years erasing my father’s legacy, burning every last remnant of his corruption from my life. And yet, even in death, he still found a way to reach me.‎‎I pushed a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply. "Who else knows about this?"‎‎"Just us," Rafael replied. "And whoever buried those records in the first place."‎‎My jaw tensed. "Find out everything you can about the mother. If we can’t trace the child directly, we’ll do it through her."‎‎Enzo nodded. "Already on it. But Luca, if this person is really behind everything… we need to be prepared for what that means."‎‎I already knew what it meant.‎‎Whoever they were, they weren’t just some forgotten mistake my father had left behind. If they were responsible for what had happened with the Scorpions, for the attacks, for everything we had been cleaning up… they weren’t just after me.‎‎They were comin

‎ISADORA‎‎The next morning, I found myself staring at a ridiculous number of flower arrangements, my patience wearing thin. Laura, on the other hand, was still going strong.‎‎"Peonies or garden roses?" she asked, holding up two photos.‎‎I blinked at her. "They look exactly the same."‎‎Laura gasped. "Blasphemy."‎‎I sighed, rubbing my temples. "You pick. I trust your judgment."‎‎She grinned. "That’s a dangerous amount of power to give me."‎‎I hummed in response, but my thoughts were elsewhere.‎‎Luca hadn’t come home last night.‎‎I knew he was fine—he had texted me a short "Don’t wait up"—but that didn’t stop the unease from settling deep in my chest. Whatever he was dealing with, it was keeping him out late. Keeping him away.‎‎And I hated it.‎‎"Earth to Isadora."‎‎I looked up to find Laura watching me carefully.‎‎"You’re thinking about him again," she noted.‎‎I sighed. "I can’t help it."‎‎She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. "Then go find him."

‎LUCA‎‎The storm outside had settled into a quiet drizzle by the time my phone buzzed again.‎‎I stepped onto the balcony, the cold air biting through my shirt as I answered.‎‎Rafael didn’t waste time. "We found something."‎‎I straightened. "Go on."‎‎"A name. Elena Romano."‎‎I frowned. "That name’s not in any of the records."‎‎"Exactly." A pause. "But it should be."‎‎Something in his tone had my grip tightening on the railing. "What do you mean?"‎‎"I mean she wasn’t just some mistress, Luca. She was someone important to your father."‎‎The words were a slow burn down my spine. My father had left behind a trail of destruction, a legacy of blood and betrayal. If this woman had been erased so thoroughly, it wasn’t by accident.‎‎It was intentional.‎‎And if she was still alive…‎‎She was the key to everything.‎‎I exhaled sharply. "Where is she?"‎‎Another pause.‎‎"We don’t know."‎‎My jaw clenched. "Find her."‎‎"I’m trying," Rafael said. "But Luca… someone do

‎LUCA‎‎I didn’t like unfinished business.‎‎Didn’t like whispers of ghosts in the dark.‎‎And Rafael was looking at me like he’d just seen one.‎‎I leaned back in my chair, fingers drumming against the desk as I watched him from across my office. The tension in his jaw, the weight in his eyes—I knew that look. Knew it meant he’d found something.‎‎Or someone.‎‎"Say it," I ordered, my voice calm. Controlled.‎‎Rafael hesitated. Just for a second. But it was enough.‎‎Enough to set my teeth on edge.‎‎He slid a folder across the desk. I didn’t take it. Not yet.‎‎"You ever hear the name Elena Romano?" he asked.‎‎I went still.‎‎The name meant nothing. But the way he said it—the way he was watching me like I was a bomb ticking down—meant everything.‎‎"No," I said slowly. "Should I have?"‎‎Rafael exhaled, leaning forward. "She was your father’s wife."‎‎My pulse slammed against my ribs, but my expression didn’t change.‎‎"My father was married to my mother," I said co