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Neutral Ground
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2026-08-25 18:45:53
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Claimed by My Ex's Mafia Father Neutral Ground
Geneva's Commission Hall rose before them in the pale morning light, imposing and austere, centuries of careful neutrality embedded into every stone of its facade. Eliora stood at the base of the wide marble steps, her heart pounding as she looked up at the building where her father's entire legacy would finally be decided."You don't have to do this alone," Severin said quietly beside her, adjusting the collar of his jacket with practiced calm despite the tension radiating off him."I know," Eliora said. "But I need to walk in there like I believe I can do this. Not like I'm hoping someone else will do it for me."Lucien approached from the car, his expression carefully controlled. "Santoro's already inside. He's confirmed two other families are prepared to at least hear the full presentation before rendering judgment. Valençay remains uncertain, but he hasn't sided with Magnus outright.""That's something," Severin said."It's not nothing," Lucien agreed. "Though I won't pretend the
Claimed by My Ex's Mafia Father Preparing for Geneva
"You're not going in there alone." Marco's voice was firm, cutting through the strategy session that had stretched well past midnight. "The Commission chamber prohibits weapons and full security details. That leaves her exposed the moment she walks through those doors.""I'm aware of the protocol," Severin said, rubbing a hand over his tired eyes. "I've attended enough Commission sessions to know exactly how vulnerable that room can be.""Then we need another plan," Marco pressed. "Someone inside with her, at minimum.""I'll be inside with her," Severin said. "As will Lucien, given his standing as my consigliere.""That's two people against a room full of Dons who may already be turning against her, thanks to Magnus's narrative," Marco said. "I don't like those odds."Eliora, seated at the edge of the room, had been listening quietly for the better part of an hour, watching the people around her argue over her safety with the same intensity they might apply to a military operation. In
Claimed by My Ex's Mafia Father Choosing
The hotel room overlooking the Tiber felt too quiet after everything that had happened in Rome. Eliora sat by the window, watching the city lights flicker to life as evening settled fully over the ancient rooftops, her father's testimony still echoing in her mind hours after she'd first heard it.Severin knocked softly before entering, two cups of tea in hand, setting one carefully beside her without a word."You've been quiet," he said, settling into the chair across from her."I keep thinking about what he asked me to do," she said. "Release it wisely, he said. But what does that even mean? How do I decide who deserves to know the truth, and who doesn't?""You don't have to decide alone," Severin said quietly. "Whatever your father intended, I don't believe he expected you to carry this weight entirely by yourself."Eliora wrapped her hands around the warm cup, grateful for something solid to hold onto. "If I release everything publicly, all at once, people could die. Governments co
Claimed by My Ex's Mafia Father The Fifth Key
The Cardinal's hands trembled slightly as he unlocked the cabinet, decades of careful guardianship finally reaching their intended purpose. Inside sat a single sealed envelope and an old, formal recording device, far more sophisticated than the simple recorder Eliora's father had left at the monastery."This was recorded under witness," the Cardinal explained, setting both items carefully on the desk between them. "Notarized, timestamped, admissible should it ever need to be presented formally. Your father was thorough, Miss Aster, in ways that went beyond simple caution.""He knew this needed to hold up," Severin said quietly. "Not just convince people. Prove something legally, if it ever came to that.""Precisely." The Cardinal gestured for them to sit. "I should warn you both, before we begin. What's recorded here goes beyond what you may have already learned. Names. Dates. Specific transactions that connect powerful people across governments and criminal organizations alike. Once
Claimed by My Ex's Mafia Father Rome
"How is that possible," Eliora said, standing fast. "We only just learned Salvi's name an hour ago.""Magnus doesn't need to know the name to have suspected the destination," Severin said grimly, already moving toward the door. "If he's been circling this conspiracy for as long as we suspect, he may have known about Salvi long before your father ever recorded that message.""Then we're already behind," Lucien said, meeting them in the hallway, his expression tight. "The request went through Commission channels an hour ago. If Salvi grants him access before we arrive, whatever testimony your father left may already be compromised.""We need to move now," Eliora said. "How fast can we get to Rome?""Two hours, if the plane's ready the moment we reach the airstrip," Severin said, already dialing on his phone, voice sharp and controlled as he issued instructions to Marco.Santoro, who had been quiet since they'd arrived at the safe house, stepped forward. "I can help. My family holds stan
Claimed by My Ex's Mafia Father What He Left Behind
The safe house outside the city was small, tucked into a quiet vineyard estate that belonged, according to Severin, to a business partner who owed him a favor decades old. Eliora sat on the edge of a narrow bed, the wooden chest open in front of her, the audio recorder finally, terrifyingly within reach.Severin sat beside her, close but careful, giving her space even now. "You don't have to do this today.""Yes, I do." Her hands trembled as she lifted the recorder. "I've waited seventeen years without even knowing there was something to wait for. I don't think I can wait any longer, now that I do."He nodded, saying nothing more, simply staying beside her as she pressed the small, worn button.Static crackled first, old technology struggling against decades of disuse. Then, unmistakably, a voice — warm, urgent, achingly familiar in a way Eliora couldn't have explained, though she'd heard it so rarely in her conscious memory."Eliora. If you're hearing this, then I've run out of time,
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