Jane settled against him, letting out her breath slowly. "Okay, babe."Meanwhile, Dante and Jullie walked down the hallway toward the study. The brief romantic intermission had given them time to compose themselves and organize their thoughts."Do you think they noticed the tension between us?" Jullie whispered as they walked. "Jane was definitely pushing for answers.""They're too focused on their own world to notice much else right now," Dante replied, running a hand over the polished banister of the staircase. "Besides, she’s right. We need to figure things out, not delay.""I know," Jullie admitted. "But what Roman said is heavy, Dante. It's not something we can just casually discuss."They reached the door to Diego's private study. Dante paused, his hand hovering over the handle. He turned to Jullie."I need to tell him about the evidence and the car crash first. Then I'll bring up Roman's theory about my past, but only the bare minimum. I don't want to distract him from Daniel r
Dante guided the car onto the highway, the tires humming softly against the asphalt. The memory of the confrontation with Daniel Creswell was still fresh, and the business card Jullie had placed in Daniel's pocket felt like a small, satisfying victory."Why did Daniel Creswell pretend not to remember you?" Dante asked, glancing at Jullie. He found the act odd for a politician who typically had a sharp memory for social contacts.Jullie offered a wry smile, shrugging off the slight. "I don't really care about that for real. What bothers and pains me is the fact that I didn't get to see Lucy in that little opportunity.""She was in the car but refused to come out," Dante confirmed. "John, the driver, had to deal with the immediate aftermath while Daniel came out to try and flex his authority.""Yeah, I noticed," Jullie said, resting her arm on the center console. "It means she's still too scared to face me, or Daniel wants to keep her hidden until they execute whatever scheme they have
:Daniel Creswell sat forward in his chair, his fingers drumming a sharp, insistent rhythm on the polished mahogany desk. The tension in the office was thick, hanging heavy between him and Lucy.“Lucy, it’s been days since we activated our plans. Why are we not getting any feedbacks?” His voice was sharp, edged with frustration and impatience.Lucy stood opposite him, fidgeting slightly. She smoothed the material of her blouse with one hand, her eyes fixed on the floor. “I don’t think she bought what I had to say. I don’t think she believed me.” Her voice was laced with disappointment. “I never thought six years would change Jane this much. She used to be so gullible and all that, so easy to manipulate.”Daniel leaned back, a sneer twisting his lips. “She still is, but she has someone powerful backing her now.” He dismissed Lucy’s concern with a wave of his hand. “If she can’t or won’t help us, we should try and put a hold to their marriage. We should go public. At least this will hel
"I can't wait to call Diego and tell him about what we just found."Jullie stepped closer, placing a hand gently on his arm. Her expression held a touch of caution, tempering his immediate urge to share the news."Don't you think we should hold on a little and present this physically to them both?" she suggested, her tone soft yet firm. "You don't know what the two of them are up to, and they've been through a lot. They just announced their engagement. Allow them to be okay. You wouldn't want to ruin their day, would you?"Dante paused, the enthusiasm dimming slightly in his eyes as he considered her words. He looked at her, a warm smile spreading across his face."You have a point there, sweetheart." He reached out and playfully ruffled the top of her hair, making the perfectly arranged strands scatter just a little.Jullie playfully swatted at his hand. "Come on, don't ruin my beautiful hair.""You know you will always look pretty to me, though."Their eyes met, a shared moment of a
Dante and Jullie stood in the heart of Rome, the city's ancient history a silent backdrop to their modern-day hunt. They were a world away from the glamorous offices of the Orlov empire, in a world of shadows and secrets. Their resources, Dante's network of informants and Jullie's meticulous research, led them to a quiet, unassuming safe house in the Italian countryside. The hunt for Roman was a dangerous one, with every step they took a calculated risk. They knew they were being watched, but they were also watching. They were a team, a family, and they would not rest until they had found the truth.The safe house was a small, dilapidated villa, a forgotten relic in a world of luxury and opulence. The air was thick with the scent of dust and decay, a chilling reminder of the dark secrets it held. They entered the house through a side window, their movements fluid and silent. They found Roman in a small, cramped study, surrounded by a mountain of files and a computer screen. He was a s
Jane stood frozen in the middle of the living room, her phone still in her hand. Lucy's soft, pleading voice echoed in her mind. Don't let your hatred for me and Daniel destroy an innocent child. The words, a calculated strike at her deepest vulnerability, had lodged in her heart like a piece of glass. She knew the call was a performance, a desperate, last-ditch effort from two cornered animals, but the thought of an innocent child suffering was a different kind of pain. It was a familiar ache, the one that reminded her of her own lost family, a pain she had carried for six long years.Diego walked into the room, his phone to his ear, his expression grim. He was speaking in a low voice, and Jane caught fragments of the conversation. "...unprecedented sell-off... a very public crisis... we're losing millions by the hour." He hung up, running a hand through his hair. His eyes fell on Jane, and the hardness in them softened immediately. He took a step toward her, his face a mixture of co