로그인There was no celebration.No champagne popping because the villain had been caught, not a single Romano standing in the foyer looking satisfied like they’d just won a hostile takeover, and thankfully no speech about the family finally coming together because I probably would’ve thrown a vase.The house just started breathing again.Slowly.Strangely.Poppy didn’t ask about Adrian.That was what worried me at first.She just went back to being Poppy.That afternoon, she ran from the living room to the garden three times because she forgot Bunny, then ran back again because Bunny was apparently already in her hand. She crashed into Papa Sebastian’s legs twice, once hard enough that the man who had once silenced an entire Romano Empire boardroom with a single look nearly lost his balance.“Piccola.”“Sorry, Grandpa.”Two minutes later, she ran into him again.Papa Sebastian looked up at the ceiling.“I’m beginning to think this is intentional.”Poppy hugged his knee. “I love you.”Papa S
Luca hadn’t even had time to give a second order when Adrian laughed.Not a laugh I had ever heard from him before.Not warm. Not amused because Poppy said broccoli had a bad personality. Not exasperated because Salma was complaining about his weight. The sound was short and empty, and then he rubbed one hand over his mouth while looking at Sebastian like something that had been waiting for years had finally been given permission to come out.“Of course.”Sebastian stood between us, his shoulders still relaxed.“What?”“Even now.” Adrian pointed at the security behind Luca, then the vault wall, the house above our heads, all of it. “You say one name and everybody moves.”Sebastian didn’t answer.Adrian shook his head and laughed again. “You don’t even know what that feels like.”“Adrian,” Papa Sebastian said from behind us.Only then did I realize their parents had come downstairs with Rhea. Mama Sebastian stopped near the corridor entrance, her face pale when she saw Poppy in my arms
Adrian recovered too quickly.That was exactly what made me even more certain something had cracked.His face went calm again, his shoulders lowered slightly, and then he let out a breath like a man who had just realized he’d chosen the wrong word, not a man who had accidentally revealed details about a biometric system I had never told him about.“Dad talked about it once.”I didn’t move. “What?”“The biometric succession system. When I was a kid.”His voice was gentle again.Reasonable again.Always reasonable.I watched him for a few seconds before asking, “How old were you?”Adrian frowned slightly. “I don’t know. Eight? Nine?”“And Papa Sebastian sat down with an eight-year-old and discussed thumbprint verification?”“Not like that.”“Of course.”“Jasmine.”I smiled a little. “I’m just trying to understand.”He looked at me.I made my voice even lighter.“So you heard it from your fathers?”“Yes.”“Where?”“At home.”“Which home?”A pause.“New York.”“Interesting.”Adrian swallo
We didn’t actually sit down until almost an hour later.The library was too soft for a conversation like this, and the security room had too many monitors, so Luca eventually took over a small conference room on the east side of the mansion.Papa Sebastian sat at the head of the table with an expression cold enough to cancel several acquisitions without opening his mouth, while Mama Sebastian sat beside him, still wearing a cashmere robe thrown over her sleep clothes.Rhea sat across from me with both hands wrapped around a mug of coffee she was no longer drinking.Sebastian stood.Of course.Apparently the man was physically incapable of discussing family betrayal while sitting like a civilian.On the large screen, Luca laid out the timeline.Five years ago.Kelsey was given broader access to the executive office.Hazel received a credential through a Romano legacy channel via Adrian.Sebastian’s location data was pulled.Kelsey planted the photos, bracelet, messages, hotel evidence.
I had probably been asleep for forty minutes when the intercom beside the bed lit up.Not an alarm.Worse.Security.“Mrs. Romano?”I opened my eyes, still half buried in the pillow. Beside me, Sebastian was already fully awake, like the man had an internal switch that could take him from asleep to potentially homicidal in half a second.“What is it?” he asked.“There’s a woman at the main gate. She says she knows Mrs. Romano. Refuses to surrender her phone and is asking to speak directly.”I sat up.“Name?”A pause.“Rhea.”Sleep left my body instantly.Ten minutes later, I was walking downstairs with a cardigan thrown over my camisole and sleep pants, while Sebastian followed a few steps behind in a black T-shirt and lounge pants. He didn’t move ahead of me, but he stayed close enough to make it very clear to the entire security detail that whoever was downstairs was probably going to have a bad night if they made one stupid move.Rhea was already in the foyer.I stopped.For a few
Adrian left around early evening.Poppy hugged him briefly in the foyer, then hugged Salma and said she’d call Jasmine later.He did everything like normal.That might have been the part that hurt the most.I waited until the front door closed, until the sound of the car disappeared down the driveway, then walked straight to the security room without saying a word to anyone.Luca was there with Sebastian.Two monitors glowed in front of them.Sebastian stood with both hands braced on the table, his shirt sleeves still rolled up, his face already back to the one people probably saw right before signing terrible decisions for other companies.Cold.Not angry.Worse.Luca looked up when I walked in.“I heard it,” I said.No one asked what.Sebastian looked at me.I pointed at the monitor. “Hazel got Tuesday.”Luca nodded once.“Adrian just said Tuesday.”Nothing dramatic changed in the room.No sirens.No dramatic reveal flashing across the screen.Just one small sentence dropping betwee







