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Autor: Ilma
last update Última actualización: 2026-01-07 16:52:58

Dante Galante’s POV

The tablet screen glowed. I stared at the face on the screen.

Bianca. Bianca Rossi.

My oldest "friend” at least that’s what she claimed she was. She was also the daughter of one of my father's most loyal lieutenants. The woman who had stood beside me at my father's funeral and promised loyalty.

She was standing in my mother’s kitchen, checking her watch at the exact timestamp the courier arrived at the gate.

"She wasn't on the guest list.” Michele said quietly, breaking the heavy silence. "But she has permanent clearance. She bypassed the logs."

"She is the rat." I said. "She knew I would be there. She knew she would be there.”

"Why?" Romeo asked as he ran a hand through his hair. "Dante, she is practically family. She grew up with us."

"Because she thinks she owns me." I muttered before tossing the tablet onto the desk.

I remembered the day I brought Alessia. She arrived that day. She met Alessia in server room moments later. She told her that she was a charity a
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