*Bianca's POV*By noon, the world knew my name again.Not the name my father had used like a leash.Not the one whispered with pity or speculation.A new one.Moretti.The announcement didn’t come with press or ceremony. It came the way all real power moved — quietly, efficiently, and without apology. Secure calls. Closed-door meetings. Messages passed between men who didn’t need explanations.By the time Erico and I stepped into the main house, the shift was already happening.I felt it in the way people looked at me.Not curiosity.Recognition.Giovanni grinned openly when he saw us. “Well,” he said, clapping Erico on the shoulder, “that escalated beautifully.”Mario leaned against the wall, arms crossed, eyes sharp with interest. “The phones haven’t stopped. Everyone wants confirmation.”Paolo didn’t smile. He studied me carefully, like he was reassessing a weapon he thought he already understood.“You’re steady,” he said.“I didn’t trip,” I replied.That earned me the faintest nod
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