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CHAPTER FIFTY SEVEN (MATTEO'S POV)

Author: Abby Gale
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-04-15 07:00:27

It had been a long, tense week. The kind that settles like a shadow in the halls of the estate and refuses to lift. Everyone felt it. The guards moved quieter, the servants looked down more, and even Luca—usually too quiet, too reserved—had gone stiller.

I was in my study, watching the second hand of the grandfather clock tick painfully slow when there was a knock.

The knock on the door was sharp, insistent. My body tensed instinctively, the way it always did when things were about to go south.

"Enter," I said coldly, not looking away from the clock.

I wasn't in the mood to deal with anything, but when the door creaked open. One of the outer perimeter guards stepped in, clutching something rectangular, wrapped in brown paper with no visible address. I spared him a quick glance and he looked uneasy.

From the look on his face I knew it was something that couldn’t wait.

"Sir... we found this outside the gate.” He stammered.

I raised an eyebrow, annoyed but
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