All Chapters of Whispers of Sardinia: Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

The Geneva suite was quiet, but Lucia’s mind was loud. She stood by the window, watching the lake ripple under a silver sky. The dossier from Il Monaco lay open on the desk behind her, its pages now marked with notes, questions, and warnings.Bianca entered, her expression unreadable.— We’ve received responses. — she said.Lucia turned.— From who?Bianca handed her a tablet.— Cartagena. Belgrade. Berlin. And one from inside the Vatican.Lucia raised an eyebrow.— The Vatican?— Not officially. But someone close to the intelligence wing. They’re watching. And they’re interested.Lucia scrolled through the messages. Some were cautious. Others were desperate. A few were encrypted so deeply it took Bianca’s team hours to decode.— They want leadership. — Lucia murmured.— They want hope. — Bianca corrected. — And they think you can give it to them.Lucia looked up.— What if I can’t?Bianca’s voice was firm.— Then we all fall back into silence.—In a dimly lit café in Palermo, Dario

The Grand Chamber of Valletta’s historic citadel was filled with whispers. Marble columns rose like sentinels, and the air smelled of old stone and new tension. Delegates from twelve countries sat in silence, their faces lit by the soft glow of chandeliers. Lucia stood behind the podium, her fingers resting on the edge like a pianist before the first note.Bianca adjusted the microphone.— You’re live in thirty seconds. — she whispered.Lucia nodded, her heart steady. She wore no jewelry, no makeup beyond a neutral tone. Her power was in her presence — and everyone in the room felt it.Amaro stood at the back, arms crossed, eyes scanning for threats.Dario sat near the center, his expression unreadable. He had received the invitation. He had accepted. And now, he watched.Lucia stepped forward.— Good evening. — she began, her voice clear, calm. — I am not here to lead you. I am here to listen, to build, and to protect what we create together.The room remained silent.— We come from