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Chapter 81

‎ISADORA‎‎The world felt different when I woke up.‎‎Colder. Quieter.‎‎Like something had been ripped out of me and replaced with a silence so deafening it swallowed everything.‎‎I blinked up at the white ceiling, the scent of antiseptic thick in the air. The steady beeping of the heart monitor filled the space around me, but it barely registered.‎‎Because the weight in my chest, the aching emptiness inside me, was all I could feel.‎‎The baby.‎‎I didn't need to ask. Didn't need the doctor to say it.‎‎I already knew.‎‎My hand moved on its own, pressing against my stomach—flat, empty.‎‎Nothing.‎‎The sob clawed up my throat before I could stop it.‎‎It’s my fault.‎‎I let my eyes close, squeezing them tight against the truth.‎‎I should have been stronger. I should have protected my baby.‎‎But I failed.‎‎I failed.‎‎A soft rustle. A presence beside me.‎‎I didn’t turn my head.‎‎Didn’t need to.‎‎Luca.‎‎I felt him before he spoke, his warmth radiating to
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Chapter 82

‎LUCA‎‎Rafael leaned against my desk, arms crossed, expression unreadable. Enzo stood near the window, silent but alert.‎‎And Bianca—‎‎She dropped into the chair across from me, exhaustion lining her face, but her sharp eyes didn’t waver.‎‎She’d been gone for months, buried in the filth of the underworld, chasing ghosts.‎‎Chasing Scorpion.‎‎I exhaled, leveling her with a stare. “Tell me.”‎‎She pulled out a flash drive, setting it on my desk. “He’s bigger than we thought.”‎‎Enzo stiffened. Rafael’s jaw ticked.‎‎Bianca continued, voice clipped. “I managed to infiltrate his network, but I couldn’t get close to him. No one sees him—not directly. He’s a shadow, moving pieces from a distance. But I found something—” she tapped the drive, “—evidence of his operations. His supply chains, his financial records, and…” She hesitated.‎‎My stomach tightened. “And what?”‎‎Her eyes flicked up to mine. “Connections. To Gabriel.”‎‎Silence.‎‎Cold. Unforgiving.‎‎Gabriel was d
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Chapter 83

‎LUCA‎‎The door to her room was slightly open when I walked in.‎‎She was sitting on the bed, knees pulled to her chest, staring blankly at the wall.‎‎She looked so small. So unlike the Isadora I knew.‎‎For weeks, she’d been locked inside herself, shutting everyone out—including me.‎‎But something was different tonight.‎‎The way her fingers trembled against the sheets. The way her shoulders rose and fell with uneven breaths.‎‎She knew I was here. She was waiting.‎‎I crossed the room slowly, careful not to spook her. When I reached the bed, I didn’t speak. I just sat beside her, close but not touching.‎‎For a while, neither of us said anything.‎‎Then, her voice broke the silence—quiet, raw.‎‎“It’s my fault.”‎‎I turned to her, frowning. “What?”‎‎She swallowed hard, still not looking at me. “That night… I should have stayed home. I shouldn’t have been so stupid.”‎‎Her hands clenched into fists. “I knew it wasn’t safe, but I went anyway. I thought—I thought if I
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Chapter 84

‎LUCA‎‎Her breathing was still uneven, her body trembling in my arms. But she wasn’t pushing me away.‎‎She wasn’t shutting me out.‎‎I brushed my lips against the top of her head, my voice quiet. “Your mom’s recovering. Slowly.”‎‎Isadora stiffened.‎‎I felt it—the way she withdrew, the way her guilt wrapped tighter around her like a noose.‎‎“She asked about you,” I continued, ignoring the tension rolling off her. “The doctors say she’s stable, but the stroke took a toll.”‎‎Her fingers curled against my chest. “I should feel something,” she whispered. “But I don’t.”‎‎I didn’t push. Didn’t tell her she was wrong for feeling that way. Isadora’s mother had never been the nurturing kind. She was cold, distant. And yet, despite all of that, Isadora had risked everything to see her that night.‎‎And Gabriel had taken advantage of that.‎‎Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. “I was barely in her life. Why did I suddenly think I needed to be there?”‎‎I exhaled, tilting her chi
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Chapter 85

‎ISADORA‎‎I was exhausted.‎‎My body felt wrung out, like I had nothing left to give. But Luca didn’t let go. His hands were steady, warm, keeping me from completely falling apart.‎‎I wanted to pull away—to crawl back into the numbness I had been surviving in. But he wouldn’t let me.‎‎His fingers threaded through my hair, his lips pressing softly against my temple. “Breathe, baby.”‎‎I did. A shaky inhale. A fractured exhale.‎‎Luca shifted, one arm still wrapped around me, his other hand cupping my cheek. “I’ve got you.”‎‎I squeezed my eyes shut. “I don’t—” My voice cracked. “I don’t know how to do this.”‎‎His thumb brushed against my skin, slow, grounding. “You don’t have to. I’ll do it for both of us.”‎‎I swallowed hard, my fingers still gripping his shirt. The steady beat of his heart against my cheek was the only thing keeping me tethered.‎‎For the first time since I woke up in that hospital, I wasn’t alone in the grief.‎‎The silence stretched between us, but i
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Chapter 86

‎LUCA‎‎The message was simple.‎‎Find them.‎‎I stared at my screen, jaw locked, fingers tightening around the phone.‎‎I could still feel the weight of Isadora’s body against mine. The way she curled into me, her grip in my shirt like I was the only thing keeping her from slipping away.‎‎She was asleep now. Finally.‎‎But her breathing wasn’t deep enough. It wasn’t peaceful. Even in sleep, the grief held her in its chokehold.‎‎And the men responsible for that? They were still out there, walking free.‎‎Not for long.‎‎A soft knock at the door had me shifting carefully, making sure Isadora wouldn’t wake before I stood and crossed the room.‎‎Rafe stood on the other side, expression unreadable. But I knew him. I could see the tension in his stance, the way his fingers curled into fists.‎‎“Bianca’s got more,” he said quietly. “She’s waiting in your office.”‎‎I exhaled through my nose, glancing back at the bed. Isadora didn’t stir.‎‎Good.‎‎I stepped into the hallway,
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Chapter 87

‎LUCA‎‎I didn’t say a word as we walked out of the hospital, but I felt the way Isadora’s fingers gripped mine. Like she was holding onto me, like she needed the anchor.‎‎She hadn’t cried.‎‎Hadn’t broken down.‎‎But I knew her well enough to see the way her shoulders were too tense, her breathing too controlled—like she was barely keeping herself together.‎‎I opened the car door for her, waiting until she slid inside before rounding the vehicle and getting in beside her.‎‎Rafe was in the driver’s seat, his gaze flicking to me in the mirror. “Where to?”‎‎“Home,” I said.‎‎Isadora stared out the window, silent.‎‎I let her be.‎‎She would talk when she was ready.‎‎The drive was quiet, the city lights blurring past. When we pulled up to the estate, I turned to Rafe. “Give us space.”‎‎He nodded, leaving the car without another word.‎‎Isadora still didn’t move.‎‎Her fingers traced the edge of her sweater, the only sign of her internal storm.‎‎I reached for her han
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Chapter 88

‎RAFAEL‎‎The safe house was quiet when I arrived.‎‎Too quiet.‎‎The kind of silence that made a man uneasy, that made his instincts scream. But I knew better than to think something was wrong—because my men were stationed outside, and Laura?‎‎She was just pissed.‎‎I found her in the living room, curled up on the couch with a book in her lap, though she wasn’t reading. She was glaring at the fireplace like it had personally offended her.‎‎She didn’t look at me when I stepped inside, but I caught the way her fingers tightened around the pages.‎‎I shut the door, locking it behind me. “You’re mad.”‎‎She scoffed, finally lifting her gaze. “Oh, you think?”‎‎I sighed, shrugging off my jacket. “What now, estrella?”‎‎Her nostrils flared. “Don’t estrella me, Rafael. I have been locked in this house for months. I haven’t seen my best friend. I barely even spoke to her, and the one time I did, she told me to leave—after she just went through the most traumatic thing in her life
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Chapter 89

‎ISADORA‎‎The moment I saw Laura standing in my living room, I felt like I could finally breathe.‎‎It had been months since I last saw her—since I told her to leave, too consumed by my own grief to let anyone in. She had come to see me back then, her eyes filled with concern, but I had shut down, unable to handle even her presence.‎‎Now, with her in front of me, looking tired but alive, I regretted every second I had pushed her away.‎‎"You're here," I whispered, my throat tightening.‎‎Laura nodded, offering a small smile, but I could see the weight in her eyes. "Yeah. Rafael brought me."‎‎I glanced at him, standing beside her with a watchful expression, before turning back to Laura. I took a hesitant step forward. "I—" My voice cracked. I cleared my throat. "I’m sorry."‎‎Her brows pulled together. "For what?"‎‎"For shutting you out. For telling you to leave when you came to see me." My voice wavered. "I should have let you stay."‎‎She exhaled softly, stepping closer.
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Chapter 90

‎ISADORA‎‎The realization hit me later that night, long after Laura had gone to bed and the estate was quiet.‎‎I had been so consumed by my own grief, drowning in my own pain, that I had never stopped to ask Luca how he felt.‎‎The baby wasn’t just mine. It was his too.‎‎And I had never once asked him if he was okay.‎‎The guilt settled like a weight in my chest as I walked through the darkened halls, my bare feet silent against the floor. Luca was in his office, the door slightly ajar, the dim glow of his desk lamp casting shadows across the room.‎‎I hesitated for only a second before pushing the door open.‎‎He glanced up at the sound, his sharp eyes softening slightly when he saw me. "Couldn't sleep?"‎‎I shook my head, stepping inside. "No. I… I wanted to talk to you."‎‎Luca leaned back in his chair, watching me carefully. "About what?"‎‎I swallowed, suddenly unsure how to say the words clawing at my throat.‎‎But I owed him this.‎‎"I never asked you how you fel
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