LOGINEpilogue Three Years LaterThe auditorium was filled with applause, camera flashes, and the restless excitement of families who had waited years for this day.Maisie sat in the second row, her hands clasped tightly together, her heart swelling in a way she could barely contain. The banner above the stage read Business School Graduation Ceremony, bold and proud.And there he was.Nash.Her little brother no longer looked little.He stood tall in his graduation gown, shoulders squared, confidence radiating from him in a way that made her chest tighten with emotion. Three years ago, he had been carrying grief like armor, anger like oxygen. He lived without hope, with no vision. Three years ago, closure had felt impossible.But today?Today, Nash Moretti looked whole.After everything that had happened, the arrests, the revelations, the inheritance, Nash had thrown himself into rebuilding not just their father’s legacy, but himself. He had gone to business school determined to understand
Chapter Ninety-sevenThe waiting room of the jail was colder than Maisie expected, not just in temperature, but in atmosphere.It had been days since she left the hospital and she decided there was one more thing to do—to see Becky.The walls were painted a dull gray, the kind that seemed to drain warmth from everything it touched. Fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead, casting harsh shadows that made every face look tired, hardened, or haunted. The air smelled faintly of disinfectant and metal.Maisie sat beside Mr. Caruso on a rigid plastic chair, her hands folded tightly in her lap. She looked calm on the outside, but inside, something heavy and final was settling into place.Becky was being processed.Becky.Marcella D’Angelo.The woman who had sat at dinner tables, who had worn kindness like a costume. The woman who had orchestrated the death of her parents. It felt unbelievable that the same woman whom she was concerned about, whom she pitied multiple times was the reason h
Chapter Ninety-sixMaisie My head and limbs felt impossibly heavy, too heavy to lift, too heavy to command. Even the simple act of breathing felt deliberate, as though my lungs had to be reminded of their duty. All I could manage was to force my aching eyes open and glance around the unfamiliar space, my vision blurred and swimming.It wasn’t until the sharp, sterile scent of antiseptic invaded my senses, the unmistakable smell that belonged to only one place, that reality settled over me.I was in a hospital.The realization didn’t bring relief. It only made everything feel more real. My entire body felt drained, hollowed out, as though every ounce of strength had been wrung from me and discarded. I couldn’t move my arms, couldn’t lift my legs. The only proof that I was still alive was the slow movement of my eyes and the faint beeping somewhere to my right.“She’s up!” a familiar voice exclaimed, breaking through the fog in my mind. “She woke up, just now.” The voice repeated, loud
Chapter Ninety-fiveMaisieIt was the day. The day that would determine everything. The day I would either walk out of this nightmare as a free woman or be sentenced to prison for crimes I still did not fully understand. I had imagined this moment in so many different ways during the sleepless nights in my cell, but now that it was actually here, I felt completely unprepared. I didn’t know what to expect. I didn’t know what was truly going to happen. My mind was a battlefield of conflicting thoughts and emotions, crashing into each other so violently that I could barely breathe, let alone think clearly.Finn had given me his version of the story, a carefully constructed explanation filled with pain and betrayal and urgency, but after he left, there had been whispers of another version, another side entirely, and now I was trapped between two opposing truths. I didn’t know which one was real. I didn’t know who was manipulating me and who was protecting me. I felt like I was standing at
Chapter Ninety-fourMaisieIt had been days.Seven long, merciless days of agony.Seven days of being treated like the worst criminal alive, like some hardened offender who deserved no dignity, no mercy, no explanation. Seven days of being locked behind iron bars without a proper reason, without a single piece of proof shown to me, without anyone bothering to hear my side of the story.Yet no one had come.No one had come to take me out of there, even though I was not guilty of the alleged crimes hanging over my head like a death sentence. It was as though everyone had already believed the story they were fed, as though they had accepted it as truth without hesitation, like they did not even need me to defend myself because, in their minds, the explanation they were given was more than enough. It felt like I had already been judged and sentenced without ever stepping into a courtroom.I didn’t know what else to do. I didn’t know how to fight something I could not even see. I didn’t kn
Chapter Ninety-threeRafael CarusoI paced back and forth in the room, each step thudding louder than the last, my heart pounding loud against my ribcage, as though it’d burst open any minute. How could this happen to me? I thought I was Rafael Caruso, the untouchable, a man who commands thousands of men, but I was defeated multiple times by someone operating right under my nose. How could I have been so foolish? How could I have blindly trusted her? I totally forgot the first rule my father taught me, that everyone was a suspect until proven otherwise but I thought Becky was just an harmless maid, I thought she could never do such thing… no, I never even thought about Becky and these things all together. ahe was totally out of the picture, she has never been on my suspect list, never.When I discovered what Finn was up to, I even doubted my own daughter for a moment before I shook the thought off, but the one I never thought of, the one I I had never doubted has been the one worki





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