The ninth month arrived with the heavy, portentous stillness of a summer afternoon before a catastrophic storm. The Mediterranean air turned humid, pressing against the stone walls of the mansion, but inside the South Wing, the temperature was a constant, climate-controlled 21°C. Amara moved through the rooms like a ghost in a machine, her every breath monitored, her every calorie calculated.The fortress had reached its final state of readiness. The medical suite was no longer just a room; it was a high-tech surgical theater, stocked with blood types, backup generators, and a satellite link to the world’s top neonatal consultants.Emiliano had ceased leaving the estate entirely. His empire was now managed via a wall of monitors in the study, his voice a low, constant murmur as he directed global operations from within the sanctuary. He had become a sentinel. He slept in short, ninety-minute bursts, his body wired to the biometric feed that transmitted Amara’s vitals to a watch on h
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