Semua Bab Unspoken Truths - Book 2 : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Unspoken Truths - Chapter 22SareenaThe elevator chimed and slid open, and I stepped into the heart of the MGM Grand. The casino floor stretched endlessly ahead. A maze of gold and neon. Everything pulsed: lights, music, people. The scent was a strange mix of perfume, cigarette smoke, and money. Or maybe it was hope.Slot machines rang out with wild cheer, a woman shrieked with laughter, and somewhere deeper in the building, a bass-heavy song thudded from a nightclub. It was only four in the afternoon, and the place already felt like midnight.I passed celebrity restaurants, bars wrapped in LED screens, and more shops than I could count. Everything inside the MGM felt like it belonged to a different world; louder, flashier, and uninterested in rules.But outside; it was on another level. The heat hit me like a slap the second I stepped through the revolving doors. The Las Vegas Strip shimmered under the late sun, buzzing with tourists and street performers. Billboards flashed ever

Unspoken Truths - Chapter 24MatthewI barely spared Sophia a glance as I passed her cell. She was curled up on the floor, crying. Whether from fear, guilt, or simply losing control of the narrative, I didn’t care. Not yet. I needed to speak to the nurse first.The nurse sat hunched on the cot in the adjacent cell, wringing her hands. Her eyes widened when I stepped in front of the bars. “Get up,” I said sharply.She flinched but obeyed, standing stiffly like a child caught red-handed.“I’m only going to ask once,” I began, voice low and steady. “What was your involvement with Sophia Morelli and Svetlana Bocharov? Start talking.”She looked up, her voice brittle. “I was only supposed to make Sareena listen to a recording; a manipulated one. Svetlana had me convince Damian Bernardi that the doctor wanted to start music therapy to stimulate brain function. The recording started with jazz music, but it slowly cuts out… replaced by an AI-simulated confession from Damian. His voice s

Unspoken Truths - Chapter 26Gabriella“Gabby, can you go check in with Damian? He wants an update on Sareena,” Dad says as he walks into Zio Luca’s room.“Um, Dad, you can’t seriously expect me to keep helping that asshole. I haven’t seen Sareena since this morning, and he doesn’t deserve to know how she is,” I whine, but he doesn’t listen.“Go, young lady. I tasked you with keeping watch over Sareena and updating Damian on her care. Their relationship is their concern, let them sort it out. They’re engaged and they will be married soon.” His tone shuts down any argument. “An Engagement in our world means they belong to one another. You don’t get a say.”“Fine,” I mutter, dragging my feet toward Damian’s room. That asshole doesn’t deserve a second of my time, and I don’t know how much longer I can keep hiding the fact that Sareena is gone. She was smart not to tell me where she went.As I near the hallway, I hear shouting. Damian and Matthew; arguing? Their voices are sharp and te

Chapter 28 – Unspoken TruthsGinoI hang up the phone with Damian and begin scrolling through my contacts, searching for Miguel Cattaneo’s number.“It’s not fair, Grandpa,” Sophia cries suddenly. Her voice startles me, because this time, it’s not the usual rehearsed act or bitter deflection. It’s real. Raw. A genuine cry.“What isn’t fair, Sophia?” I ask, cautious but curious.“Sareena; she always wins. She escaped Dad and everything he did to me. She got the education, came back, and took my fiancé. And now she’s marrying the future Capo of the Camorra, and I get nothing. Again.” She croaks the words out between sobs, the kind that sound like something’s been ripped from deep inside her.“You think any of this is a win for her?” I snap, my patience thinning as the panic rises in my chest. “Your sister is being held captive. We don’t even know what condition she’s in or what they’re doing to her. And how the hell do you know she’s going to marry the Capo?”“Svetlana told me,” She mu

Unspoken Truths - Chapter 30SareenaMy stomach twisted as I looked down at my exposed chest. I couldn’t be seen like this, so I scrambled to pull the ripped fabric over myself, with shaking hands. Tears burned my eyes and spilled freely down my cheeks.What must Damian be thinking when he saw that picture? Would he think I let Matteo touch me? That I wanted it? No, he couldn’t believe I’d willingly give myself to this monster. I tried to tell him I loved him. That I was his, but Matteo grabbed my phone, cut off our connection.Now this photo… this stupid photo, could ruin it all. He sent it hoping to sever whatever Damian and I still had. Matteo can try, but he’ll fail. I will always be Damian’s. When I looked up, Matteo was smiling at me. So pleased. So proud. Enjoying my misery as I stand there - half-naked and exposed.“You son of a…”. I didn’t finish. His hand gripped my waist.“Time to go,” Matteo said calmly, like we were leaving for brunch, and not whatever hell this wa