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Aftershocks (chapt.78)

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Alessia’s POV

The courtroom felt like a heavy silence behind me now. But outside, the world was anything but still. One little leak turned into a flood. Newspapers piled up with my name splashed across every front page.

The Heiress Who Burned Her Own Bloodline.

The Widow Who Avenged Her Sister.

Some called me brave; others called me reckless. Honestly? I didn’t care. The truth had come out — and it had a bite.

Nikolai’s POV

The villa felt cramped now, not because of its size but because of what loomed nearby. Threats. Rumors. People talking about men who once pledged loyalty to Severi sneaking through Florence’s back streets, murmuring about unfinished business. They lost their leader when Alessia buried my father-in-law and dragged Severi out into the open. But dogs without a master bite the hardest.

Matteo’s POV

I locked the gates tight. Tripled the guards. Rafael and I spread out the maps on the old dining table — the villa, the garden paths, all the blind spots. We were t
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