Chapter 168"It’s gone!" Andreas shouted, frustration bubbling in his voice as Cross appeared in the doorway.Cross exhaled heavily. "They beat us to it."But then there was something else. His eyes widened in realization. If they'd gone through all of her belongings to get the locket, it only means they had more information than they needed. Especially about Brian. His family wasn't safe. Hurrying up on his feet, Andreas announced. “We have to leave. Now!” Detective Cross stood confused. “Is something wrong?” he asked. Andreas paced then. “Yes. Everything is wrong. Those guys just got more information about Brian. And my family probably. We have to get to them. Before they do.” Detective Cross nodded. Agreeing with him. “Alright. Let's go.” Before evening, they were back at the villa. The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the driveway.Andreas entered through the front door, breathless. Mia stood from the couch where she’d been folding some of Brian’
Chapter 167The morning sun filtered softly through the gauzy curtains, casting golden stripes across the hardwood floor of the villa. It should have been a peaceful morning, birds chirping in the distance, the scent of brewing coffee wafting from the kitchen, but a palpable tension hung like a taut wire.Mia stood by the window in the living room, one hand resting gently on her growing belly, the other gripping her coffee cup, which had gone cold from disuse. Her eyes were fixed on the gravel driveway where Andreas and Detective Cross stood by the car, double-checking their plan.She couldn’t shake the unease curling in her gut.Andreas walked in just then, fastening the buttons of his charcoal jacket, his eyes immediately finding hers. “We’re heading out now,” he said, his voice gentle but laced with urgency.“You're sure I can't come with you?” Mia asked, her voice firmer than even she expected. She turned to face him, her posture rigid. “I can’t just sit here and wait while you hu
Chapter 166Despite the enhanced security presence, the mood inside was anything but safe. Every creak, every rustle of wind against the windows made hearts pound.The morning after the unsettling delivery, the villa was cloaked in an eerie silence. Even the birds seemed to chirp more cautiously, as though they too sensed something sinister lingering in the air.Mia sat at the kitchen island, stirring a cup of tea she hadn’t taken a sip of. Her eyes, bloodshot and rimmed with dark circles, were fixed on the box now sealed inside an evidence bag, sitting on the granite counter. The mannequin head and the crude message had left their mark, not just as a threat, but as a sign. A sign that whoever was behind this wasn’t just watching. They were close.Andreas walked in, adjusting his wristwatch. His expression was tense, but he tried to keep his voice steady. "Cross said he’s bringing a forensic specialist today. They might find something. A fingerprint, a fiber, anything."Mia looked up,
Chapter 165Morning sunlight filtered gently through the tall windows of the Leonardo villa, casting a golden glow across the breakfast table where the family gathered in quiet reverence. The air smelled faintly of pancakes, syrup, and fresh fruit, with less focus on the food. Today was somewhat of an important day in the family. After they were done with breakfast, Mia glanced at Andreas, who gave her a soft nod. It was time.Brian sat between them, his small hands wrapped around a glass of orange juice, his eyes distant but calmer than they had been in days. His grief still clung to him like a shadow, but the warmth in the house, the constant reassurance from Mia and Andreas, and the ceaseless chatter of Sofia had brought a measure of peace.Mia leaned in gently. "Brian," she said, her voice steady but tender, "there's something we need to tell you. Something your mother told us before she… she passed."Brian's head slowly turned, his large eyes locking with hers. Andreas placed a
Chapter 164The days that followed Tania’s death were heavy with sorrow and uncertainty. News headlines still blared her final act of self-destruction. Some hailed it as proof of her remorse, while others saw it as a clever ploy to escape justice. Conspiracy theories sprang up like weeds, many of them questioning the legitimacy of her death. But inside the modest home Mia and Andreas shared, there was only silence. A silence that hurt more than words ever could.Brian hadn't spoken much since that day. He remained locked in his own world, staring at old photographs of his mother, running his fingers over the corners of her face as though he could touch her through time. Mia and Andreas did their best to comfort him, but they both knew that grief this deep had to run its course.It was a Saturday morning, the sun barely filtering through the curtains when the doorbell rang.Mia, still in her robe, opened the door to a man in a worn leather jacket. He was tall, middle-aged, with streaks
Chapter 163The corridors of the hospital were awash in a sterile white light, humming with quiet urgency. The sharp scent of antiseptics lingered in the air, mingling with a tension that seemed to vibrate through the linoleum floors. Inside the emergency unit, chaos bloomed. "She's crashing! Her vitals are plummeting!" one nurse cried as doctors swarmed Tania's limp form. The machines screamed with erratic beeps, drowning in their mechanical panic. Her pale body lay sprawled beneath crisp hospital sheets, her head bandaged, dried blood crusted on her temple. The emergency team worked with grim determination, moving like cogs in a well-oiled, frantic machine. Tania Costa, the woman at the center of a national scandal, barely clung to life. Dr. Harris leaned over her, his brows pulled tight in concentration. "One more unit of plasma. We need to stabilize the bleeding!" But amid the flurry of movement, her fingers twitched. "Doctor," a young nurse gasped. "She's... she's waking up