When Siena returned to Moscow and stepped into the Baranov house, she wasn’t welcomed like a daughter who had finally come home.There were no tears. No open arms.Only quiet stares.Her mother, Natalya, stood a few feet away, studying Siena as if she were a stranger brought in for inspection rather than the child she had lost. Beside her were Siena’s younger sister and brother—curious, cautious, unsure how to feel about the woman who shared their blood but not their life.“You have your father’s eyes,” Natalya said finally, her voice calm but distant. “And… my face.”It wasn’t said with warmth. It was an observation. A fact.There was no denying it. Siena looked like them.Still, Nikolai Bravta—the Pakhan—ordered a DNA test. When the results came back as a match, he barely reacted. He only nodded once, as if confirming a business deal rather than reclaiming a daughter.“That proves blood,” he said. “Not loyalty.”Because Siena had lived among Italians, among enemies, suspicion follow
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