Chapter 191

Marco’s POV The plan was simple. When I woke up, I would start packing. Once I was done, I would wait until Laura left the house. Then I would disappear. Just like I always do. No arguments. No explanations. Just gone. I was folding the last few clothes into my bag when Victor came in and ruined the quiet. He didn’t knock. Of course he didn’t. Victor never cared much about boundaries. He said a lot of things while standing there. Some of them were meant to provoke me. Some were meant to make me feel guilty. He mentioned Laura. Said she didn’t deserve the way I was treating her. Said I was running away again. But none of that changed my mind. Whatever Victor thought of me didn’t matter. I already knew the kind of man I was. And the kind of man Laura deserved. But that wasn’t the part of his visit that stayed with me. It was the story. The one he started telling at the dinner last night. He said he had gotten it wrong before. That the story about his friend wh

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Chapter 192

Victor’s POV I was halfway to see my father when my phone rang. Salvo. I picked up immediately. “I found it,” he said. His voice carried the excitement of someone who knew he had done something important. “The pregnancy result you asked me to look for.” I slowed the car slightly. “Where are you?” I asked. “At the house.” “Stay there,” I told him. “I’m coming.” The call ended. For a moment, I sat there thinking. I had been on my way to visit my father. But that could wait. My father had waited long enough already. What Salvo had just found was far more important right now. So I turned the car around. If I wanted to survive in this world, I needed leverage. Real leverage. Because the only man who used to handle things like this for me— Was now locked up by La Camorra. And I had no intention of ending up like my father. Betrayed. Then imprisoned. When I arrived at the house, Salvo was already waiting. The moment I stepped inside, I saw the paper in his hand. H

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Chapter 193

Amara’s POV I couldn’t do anything for the rest of the day after Victor’s call. At first I thought the call itself was the worst part. But then Marco’s message came. We should meet. I’m sure you have something to reveal to me. Or I can go ask Victor. The moment I read it, my chest tightened. I didn’t know what Marco knew. Maybe nothing. Maybe everything. Or maybe just enough to start asking the wrong questions. The rest of the day passed quickly, but my mind never slowed down. Victor’s voice kept repeating in my head. I will be expecting you. Every time I tried to focus on something else, the words returned. By the time evening came, I was exhausted without having done anything. When Alessandro came home, the first thing he did was look at me carefully. He always notices. “What’s wrong?” he asked. I tried to look normal. But I could already tell he didn’t believe whatever answer I was about to give. “I feel sick,” I said quietly. The rea

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Chapter 194

Victor’s POVWhen I arrived at Don Francesco’s estate, I saw him outside.Waiting.That alone was enough to tell me this meeting mattered.Don Francesco never waited for anyone.Especially not for me.His men stood a few steps behind him like statues while he rested his hands on the railing of the terrace, looking out across the garden.The moment my car stopped, I stepped out and walked toward him.Before I could even greet him, he smiled.A wide, almost welcoming smile.That was the second strange thing.Don Francesco was not a man known for kindness.“Victor,” he said warmly. “You took your time.”I studied him carefully.Too friendly.Too relaxed.Something was wrong.So instead of playing along, I went straight to the point.“What’s the deal?” I asked. “And why are you suddenly being nice to me?”His smile widened slightly, as if he enjoyed the bluntness.Don Francesco turned and leaned against the railing.“I heard you found something,” he said calmly.Something.That word alone

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Chapter 195

Victor’s POV As I drove back home, my mind refused to stay quiet. Alessandro was at my house. Waiting. That alone was enough to make a dozen different possibilities run through my head. Why would he come to me? Had he started suspecting something? Maybe he believed I was the only one who could help him unravel whatever mystery he had found. Or maybe it started after the dinner. My fingers tapped lightly against the steering wheel as another thought crossed my mind. The note. The one I sent to Amara. And the call I made to her afterward. Did something about that push Alessandro to start questioning things? Or was it something else entirely? Maybe he had already been suspicious before. Maybe he had simply been pretending not to notice. Different scenarios kept forming in my head, each one leading to a different outcome. But none of them stayed long enough for me to settle on one. Eventually, I stopped trying. Whatever the reason was— I would know soon enough. And

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Chapter 196

Alessandro’s POV The truth is— I didn’t speak to Amara before going to see Victor. I didn’t ask for her opinion. I didn’t ask if she would want me to go. I didn’t ask if she would be comfortable with it. In fact, I didn’t ask her anything about Victor at all. The decision was entirely mine. And it wasn’t a random decision. It came after everything that had happened. After the warehouse incident. After Genoa. After the dinner. And most recently—after what I discovered earlier that day. Salvo. Victor’s man. The same man the truck driver had described. The one who threatened him with a knife and forced them to turn the truck around. Men like Salvo don’t make decisions on their own. They follow instructions. Which meant someone had ordered him to do it. And there was only one person he answered to. Victor. Add that to the drama at dinner—the accusations, the assumptions he kept throwing toward Amara—and it became clear to me that letting Victor walk freely into my