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Matteo SalvatoreAlmost five months.Almost half a year had passed while I was away from Lily, missing the entire pregnancy phase of my child.All this time, we’d been fighting to clear her name and prove her innocence, but for every door that opened, another slammed shut.The walls of the penthouse felt like they were closing in on me. Thirty-two floors above the world, and yet, I felt buried alive."The FBI agent is here, boss," Paolo whispered."Send him in," I nodded.The report was on the table. Marcus Taylor had delivered it by hand—straight from the hell he dug up in the Russian mafia’s underworld."It’s all there, Salvatore," he said, tossing the folder onto the tinted glass. "Lily was framed. And the order came directly from Andrei Antonov."I didn’t respond right away. My hands were clenched, as if the blood inside me needed to be contained until I could pour it out in revenge. Taylor wasn’t one to exaggerate. If he said it, it meant he had proof.He

Continued..He looked at me for a long moment.I looked back.It was him.And it was me.But we weren’t the same anymore.“You look different,” he said, his voice low, hesitant.“So do you,” I replied.The silence between us was heavy, thick. Like time itself had frozen, trying to force us to remember who we were before the war.His eyes dropped to my belly. They stayed there, fixed. And I felt it—like he was touching me without laying a hand on me. I saw the shine in his eyes. I saw the question he couldn’t form.“It’s a boy,” I whispered.Matteo swallowed hard. The envelope in his hand trembled slightly.“You shouldn’t be here,” I said, lowering my gaze. “If the police find out… if someone followed you…”“Lily…”“No.” I took a deep breath. “I can’t put you at risk. I can’t lose you too.”“You’re not going to lose me,” he said without thinking. His gaze burned into mine. “You never did.”I took one step closer. Just one.“You don’t understand. I spend my days looking over my shoulder

The smell of coffee filled the kitchen like an old memory. Strong, bitter, comforting.Matteo was leaning against the doorframe, his hair still messy, shirt unbuttoned, and that look in his eyes—lighter, maybe... but only on the outside. Inside, I knew he still carried it all.I placed the cup on the table and slowly sat down, one hand resting instinctively on my belly. The baby moved, as if sensing the calm. Or maybe... knowing that his father was near.“There’s butter in the top cabinet,” I said, and he gave me a sideways smile, walking over with slow steps.“You’re telling me to get stuff in your kitchen?”“In my house. And yes. I’m in charge here.”Matteo let out a low laugh, grabbed the butter, and sat across from me.The silence between us wasn’t uncomfortable. It was heavy. Like we were both waiting for the other to break the peace before returning to reality.Because we both knew... what we had was beautiful. But everything outside of it… was still ugly.With the cup in my hand

Lily MontgomeryThe rain fell in a fine mist over New York as I returned to the base. It wasn’t the same city it had been when all of this began. Now, every street seemed to hide a shadow, every alley, an informant. Lily was safe — for now. But nothing, absolutely nothing, had been resolved.The evidence I had handed her burned in my coat pockets like dynamite ready to explode. We knew the truth. We knew Andrei was behind Luigi’s fall, that he had orchestrated every move, every lie. But knowing wasn’t enough.We had to act.I stepped into the house that now served as Lily’s refuge. Renovated and guarded, it was a hideout disguised as a home, out of reach from the police and the eyes of the world. Lily was still considered a fugitive, and the last thing we could afford was to expose her.Paolo and Alessandra were in the map room, studying escape routes and potential strike points."Where’s Lily?" I asked, taking off my coat."In the war room. She’s with Dimitri," Alessandra replied. "T

Lily MontgomeryI took the last sip of coffee when I finished writing the letter. Each word seemed heavier than the one before, as if I were stitching a new identity for myself. The tarnished name, the murder accusation, the pain of everything I had been through... It was all about to be exposed. But the truth, as always, came at a price. And I knew it wouldn't be easy.In front of me, the evidence was spread out on the table—irrefutable documents, transcripts, contracts, Andrei Antonov's signature, and the involvement of the American senator. It was a key piece, but also a target. The shield I needed to protect myself also put me in the line of fire. I picked up the letter, my gaze fixed on the words I had written: "To the press, Today, at last, the truth will come to light. I, Lily Montgomery, was falsely accused of the death of my father, Luigi Romano. With the evidence now in hand, it is my duty to ensure that the truth is heard, without distortion or lies. I was not the one who c