Semua Bab Betrayal and Devotion: Bab 41 - Bab 50

The faces flash in my head, one after the other—Luca, who’s stayed with Marco through thick and thin. Could it be him? No. I shake my head, pushing the thought away. Luca has endangered his life for us. He wouldn’t betray Marco. He wouldn’t betray me. But then who? My mind races, replaying every interaction, every word spoken. It might be anyone. And that’s what terrifies me the most. The concept that someone we’ve trusted, someone who has been with us through everything, could be the one tearing us apart from the inside. The treachery feels too close, too personal, and it left me reeling. Marco’s voice cuts through the silence, strong and decisive. "We’re going to find out who it is," he continues, his tone dangerously calm. "And when we do, they’ll regret ever crossing me." I glance at Marco, and I can see the storm in his eyes. His jaw is clenched so firmly that I’m astonished it hasn’t snapped. His rage is obvious, a fire burning just beneath the surface. He’s not just furious…

The words hang in the air, and my stomach drops. I notice Marco stiffen, his eyes narrowing further, if that’s even possible. “Who?” he demands, his voice a hoarse snarl. Sofia swallows hard. “I... I don’t know exactly,” she admits, and Marco lets out a hard laugh. “Of course, you don’t.”“No!” Sofia shakes her head urgently. “I know it’s someone in your inner circle. Someone who’s been feeding Gianni information for months.”My throat tightens, and I can feel my hands quivering at my sides. The room spins slightly as the reality seeps in. A traitor. Someone we’ve trusted. Someone who has been with us all along. The concept makes my skin crawl. Marco draws closer, his voice deadly quiet again. “If you don’t know who it is, then how do you expect us to believe anything you’re saying?” He’s hanging over her now, his presence frightening, but Sofia doesn’t back down. “I overheard him!” Sofia blurts out, her voice shaking. “He was on the phone with someone. I heard him utter your name

Marco remains motionless and does not blink. His calm statement, "I don't know what to believe," lingers in the atmosphere. It's similar to witnessing a mountain topple. Marco's confidence in Luca is eroding, and I can sense it in everything he says.Luca steps closer to Marco and shakes his head. "Marco, you are aware of me. I've been your friend for years. I would never turn on you. I am not the enemy; Gianni is."So why did Sofia claim to have heard you conversing with him?" With a stern voice, I ask. "If this weren't true, why would she put herself in danger to come here and tell us?"A sneer curls Luca's lips as he glares at Sofia. "Because she's attempting to protect herself." She's playing me under the bus because she fears Gianni will murder her. It's a traditional move.Sofia takes a step forward, her enraged eyes flashing. "You're telling lies! Luca, you are the traitor! Admit it!It seems like the room is going to blow apart. With his hands clenched so tightly that I can se

Minutes pass, and the silence in the room gets heavy. I pace back and forth, my mind rushing, my feelings a mess. Every step I take feels like I’m walking on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall.Sofia sits down on the edge of the couch, her hands clasped tightly together. She looks just as nervous as I feel, though she’s trying to hide it. “Do you think Marco will find proof?” she asks quietly, her voice almost hopeful.I shrug, not knowing what to say. “I don’t know. I hope so.”We sit in silence for a while longer, both of us lost in our thoughts. The clock on the wall ticks loudly, each second going on like an eternity. Every noise outside the room makes me jump, my nerves on edge.Finally, I can’t take it anymore. I turn to Sofia, my voice shaking. “What if we’re wrong?”Sofia looks up at me, her eyes wide. “We’re not wrong. Luca is the enemy, Francesca. You have to trust me.”“I want to,” I say softly, my voice barely audible. “But this… it’s all so hard to believe.”Sofia reaches

The realization makes my chest constrict. He has been planning this. Everything. His strategy included chaos, betrayals, and leaks. He's here now to see it all burn.My hands tremble with rage as I take a step forward. “Gianni, you’re sick. Have you not been influencing everything? All of us, including Luca and Marco, have been pulling the strings.He doesn't dispute it. Rather, he simply smiles once more—that same icy, calculating smile."Francesca, you give me too much credit," he says with ease. "However, I do enjoy keeping things interesting."Every muscle in my body tenses with rage as I clench my hands. I know it won't help, but I want to yell at him and kick him out. Gianni lives on power and control, and he currently has the advantage.The worst thing is that I have no idea how to stop him.Francesca and Sofia are taken aback by Gianni's sudden appearance and get tense because they fear they might be playing right into his hands. How far has Gianni's influence spread, and what