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Dead Women Don't Come Back Chapter 8
Sunlight filtered through the palm leaves, and the chain at my neck had grown warm against my skin.Luca was across the garden talking with several prominent figures in the archaeology world, glancing over at me every once in a while with that soft smile.The engagement party was elegant and full of laughter. For a while, it almost felt like everything that had come before it was nothing more than a distant dream.Just then, the butler approached and presented an express letter that had arrived from Suietzland.The thick parchment carried no return name, yet the cold weight of it felt painfully familiar.I walked toward a quiet corner near the fountain and opened it. The handwriting on the first page looked carved into the paper, each alphabet pressed down with force.[Amelia, the Pelosi family's operations were fully absorbed into the Bertelli family holdings last week. Martina has been permanently exiled to the eastern continents. She will never appear before you again.[Your
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Roberto began his clumsy, almost laughable attempt at 'winning me back'.At dawn, when I pulled open the flap of my tent, a bouquet of desert roses lay outside. I picked them up without expression and handed them to a passing local worker.I said, "Give them to your wife. She likes flowers."The next night, close to midnight, an off-key voice shattered the quiet.Roberto stood under the moonlight, holding a crumpled piece of paper and stumbling through what I could only assume was supposed to be a love song.I picked up my washbasin and poured it out the window.On the third day, he outdid himself by trying to bake a dessert from scratch. Years ago, I had casually mentioned liking it.However, I never tasted a single bite, because sparks from his makeshift oven caught the edge of a tent and burned a corner.While Luca's men rushed to put out the fire, Roberto stood in the smoke with flour and cocoa smeared across his face like a guilty schoolboy.I should have felt amused, but
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Although the desert nights were bitterly cold, I liked working late in the temporary lab.There was nothing but the soft scraping of the restoration blade against wood and the sound of my own steady breathing.Until that night, everything changed.Gunshots tore through the silence just as I was using a cotton swab to clean the last patch of residue from the edge of the coffin.Luca lowered his voice, and the light in his eyes was colder than I had ever seen. "This isn't a robbery. They're here for you."Before long, we made it to the reinforced artifact storage room as chaos erupted outside.He pressed his back against the iron door and pulled a compact handgun from the holster at his waist.I stared at him, stunned. I mumbled, "Luca...""The Galante family doesn't just run about museums," he replied, checking the magazine quickly."My father always said you protect what's precious to you with everything you have."He paused, glancing at me in the gap between another round of
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I never boarded the plane. At the last moment before the security checkpoint, my supervisor, Ian Alfonsi, called.He informed me that the Mojave Project was put on hold and replaced by a new excavation site: a recently discovered tomb near Luksor, Aigypt, uncovered by an international archaeological team.I held my phone and looked toward the departure gate. I could not help but feel like it was a sign to completely cut ties with my past.I used my new work visa to book a flight to Keiro under the name 'Bianca Rodriguez'. In the airport bathroom, I flushed my old SIM card down the toilet, dropped my phone in the trash, and walked away without looking back.I moved so decisively that I surprised even myself.The archaeological camp south of Keiro felt like an isolated island in a sea of sand, and my assignment was to restore a painted wooden coffin.Nobody there knew who I was. I was just 'Bianca', a quiet yet capable conservator.Luca Galante was the heart of the team. The first
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The crystal ashtray shattered against the marble floor, and the entire room went dead silent.As shards scattered, Roberto had already grabbed his right-hand man by the collar. Veins were bulging on the back of his hand, his eyes bloodshot."Check again," he said in a dangerously low voice that sent a chill down everyone's spine."She couldn't have been on that plane. It's just impossible."It was the first time in 20 years that the Don of the Bertelli family had completely shattered his composure in front of business partners.Martina went pale and rushed forward. She reached for his arm and said, "Roberto, calm down. Maybe...""Get out."Robert shoved her away hard, and she stumbled into the conference table, her carefully pinned hair coming loose.However, he did not even glance at her. His eyes stayed locked on the man in front of him."Mobilize everyone and check the airport, the aviation authority, and the crash site. I want footage from every surveillance camera and wri
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I came from an ordinary background, but the Bertelli family never held that against me, at least not openly.The family, which controlled a vast underground empire, had its own rules and its own way of surviving.I worked part-time to put myself through college, and one of those jobs was with the Bertelli family. I was mainly looking after Roberto's ailing grandfather, Enzo Bertelli, the former Don.On the surface, Enzo was a respected antiques collector and archaeologist. However, beneath that, he had used the antique trade to build the family's first intelligence network, which included smuggling, underground auctions, and all manner of operations running beneath it.Since he had studied antiquities and my major was in the same field, we always had endless conversations. He appreciated my sharp eye and patience when it came to historical relics.Back then, Roberto had just taken over part of the family's operations and was under enormous pressure. He had a habit of letting off s
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