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Chapter 15

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Clara's POV

New York’s skyline was as dizzying as ever.

The helicopter landed on the familiar rooftop helipad.

The wind from the rotors whipped my hair and chilled my heart.

Rocco walked ahead, holding Leo. His back was straight and hard, an impossible mountain.

Leo had cried himself to sleep on Rocco’s shoulder, his little hand still clutching the fabric of my dress.

When I stepped into the penthouse, I felt a wave of disorientation.

It was different, but the same.

The cold, minimalist furniture Vivienne had chosen was gone. In its place was the exact decor from when I left.

The beige curtains, the gray sofa, even the dead plants on the balcony had been replaced with fresh ones.

That old wooden box was in its corner.

“I had it all put back,” he said, his voice raw. “Every last thing. Exactly how you left it.”

I looked at him, my face a cold mask. “People change, Rocco. You can’t glue a broken vase back together and pretend the cracks aren’t there.”

His expression hardened. “It’s not b
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    Clara's POVThe ICU monitor beeped a steady rhythm.I’d been listening to it for three days.No Sicilian sun, no smell of expensive cigars. Just the sharp, clean scent of antiseptic.The news played on a loop. The Moretti family obituary. The once-great empire had crumbled overnight after its don fell.The elders were fighting over scraps. His men were running for cover.The kingdom he’d built with blood and fear had collapsed like a sandcastle.“Clara.”Liam pushed the door open, a thick file in his hand.He looked exhausted, but his eyes held a new lightness.“It’s all taken care of.”He handed me the file. “I’ve worked it out with the FBI. Rocco will take the fall for everything. And…”He pointed to the last page.“The Moretti family lawyer just delivered this. It’s an addition to Rocco’s will, made just before he lost consciousness.”I looked down.It was simple. Whether he lived or died, all surveillance and restrictions on Clara Vance and her son, Leo, were to be immediately term

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