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Chapter 49

Author: Leah Al
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-12 03:08:26

*Bianca's POV*

The door to the interrogation wing shut behind us with a heavy metallic thud, sealing the bookkeeper's fear inside and releasing a different kind of tension into the hallway, the kind that sat under the skin like a bruise.

The brothers moved ahead in a cluster of low voices, Paolo and Giovanni debating logistics, Mario muttering curses about the enemies, Vincenzo speaking in clipped, calm tones that controlled the room without effort.

I followed at a slower pace, my pulse still hammering, the revelation lodged in my ribs like a shard of bones.

My father is coming for the Mercantis.

He wants a Mercanti head. And he wants to use my death to legitimize the war.

Every breath felt colder, I didn't even notice Erico until his shadow fell across mine. He wasn't walking ahead with the others.

He was beside me.

Close enough that our arms brushed every few steps, but he didn't move away. Close enough that I felt the heat of him, the restrained anger simmering beneath his sk
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