LOGINThe First KissThe explosion left the western outer grounds blackened and smoking.By the time the fire teams brought the blaze under control, the night was already deep. Security swept every section of the estate in tight, methodical patterns. Enzo walked the full perimeter himself, checking every gate, every camera angle, every stretch of wall that faced open ground. Marco sat in the main security room reviewing footage frame by frame, searching for the moment the device had been placed and the route the attackers had used to vanish. Dante moved between teams, quiet and precise, making sure no sector was left uncovered.Everyone was hunting the people who had dared to strike the estate so openly.Isabella sat in the private sitting room with a blanket around her shoulders and a cup of tea she never drank. Ethan slept in the next room under double guard. Bianca had finally gone to rest after making sure the boy was settled. The house still hummed with low radio traffic and the distan
When Everything ChangesThe days after the sniper attack settled into a careful rhythm.The eastern treeline remained under constant watch. Extra patrols moved along the walls at all hours. Dante continued working the traces from the shell casing and the matching symbol on the old lighter. Richard stayed in the secondary wing under guard. Yet inside the private wing, something quieter began to change.Isabella found herself less tense when Alessandro entered a room. She no longer braced for an argument every time he spoke. She still watched him carefully, still measured every decision against Ethanâs safety, but the sharp edge of constant resistance had softened.Ethan noticed the shift first.One afternoon he looked up from his paper dinosaurs and said, âMister Sandro, can you help me build the tall tower again?âAlessandro, who had been speaking quietly with Marco near the door, turned. For a second his face stayed controlled. Then the smallest smile appeared.âYes,â he said.He sat
The SniperMorning light came late over the estate.The lockdown from the night before had held until dawn. Patrols still moved along the walls in tight pairs. Every camera feed stayed under constant watch. The eastern treeline where the shots had come from was sealed off with additional men and temporary barriers.Isabella stood in the private sitting room with a cup of coffee that had gone cold in her hands. Ethan sat on the floor nearby, quietly lining up paper dinosaurs in a careful row. He had slept through most of the second half of the night after the initial fear faded, but the adults in the house had not.Alessandro entered without knocking. His face was set harder than usual. Marco and Enzo followed him in, both carrying tablets.âIt wasnât random,â Alessandro said.Isabella set the cup down. âWhat do you mean?âMarco turned the tablet so she could see the diagram. Red lines marked angles from the eastern treeline across the open ground and straight to the private wing.âThe
The ChoiceIsabella found Alessandro in the study just after the evening patrol reports came in.The door stood open. He was standing near the window with a tablet in one hand, reading the latest perimeter updates. When he heard her steps he set the tablet down and turned fully toward her.She did not sit.âGabriel offered me a way out,â she said. âFull protection. New names for me and Ethan. A life somewhere the De Luca name doesnât reach.âAlessandroâs expression did not change. He did not step closer or raise his voice.âI know.ââYou already heard.ââMarco told me this afternoon.âShe waited for the argument. For the list of reasons she should stay. For the cold control that usually filled the room when something threatened what he considered his.It did not come.âYou can leave whenever you want,â he said. âIâll make sure the exit is clean. Safe transport. Money if you need it. No one from this house will follow you or stop you.âThe words were steady. Absolute.Isabella felt the
Gabrielâs OfferGabriel Ross asked for the meeting through official channels.The request came mid-morning. Clean. Professional. He wanted to speak with Isabella alone, away from the main estate buildings, under conditions that would not raise alarms with Alessandroâs security. After a short discussion with Marco and Enzo, Alessandro agreed to a controlled location on the outer edge of the property, an old stone pavilion near the eastern gardens that still sat inside the perimeter but offered enough privacy for a real conversation.Isabella walked there with two guards at a distance. The air was cool. The doves that usually gathered near the low hedges were quiet. She reached the pavilion and found Gabriel already waiting, hands in the pockets of his coat, no notebook, no recorder visible.He turned when he heard her steps.âThank you for coming,â he said.âYou asked for private. This is as private as it gets inside these walls.âHe nodded once. They sat on the stone bench that faced
The Man Behind the MonsterIsabella did not mean to go back to the study.She had returned to the private wing after seeing the light under the door and the way Alessandro held the photograph. She had told herself to leave it alone. The decision about Gabrielâs offer still sat unresolved. Sleep felt impossible. After an hour of staring at the ceiling she got up, pulled on a cardigan, and walked the quiet corridor again.This time the study door stood half open.Alessandro sat at the desk with his back partly turned. The photograph lay on the wood in front of him. He was not hiding it. When her soft footsteps reached the threshold he looked up. He did not close his hand over the picture or slide it into a drawer. He simply met her eyes and waited.Isabella stepped inside and closed the door behind her.âYou kept it,â she said.âYes.ââFor five years.ââYes.âShe walked closer until she could see the image clearly. Younger face. Rain still in the hair. The same eyes that looked back at







