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Serena’s POV“Serena is going back to her position in the office. Starting tomorrow.”Dante’s voice was rough from blood loss and medication, but the authority in it hadn’t faded. It cut cleanly through the low mechanical beeping of the monitors beside his bed.The medical wing was too quiet. The kind of quiet that made you notice every breath, every footstep outside the door. I stood near the tall window overlooking the inner courtyard, watching guards rotate along the perimeter. Every shift of movement made my pulse spike.Behind me, Marco stopped mid-step.He had just entered the room carrying a small tray…water, prescribed painkillers, antibiotics. His expression had been composed when he walked in. Now it changed.“What?” he asked flatly.Dante didn’t look at him, his eyes were on me. “You heard me.”“The doctor said these are for the pain and the inflammation," Marco said, his voice flat as he set the drugs on the bedside table. "You need to take them before the fever returns."

Serena’s POV“He’s planning,” I whispered, still staring at the empty estate grounds where Antonio had vanished moments ago. His absence didn’t comfort me. Quiet danger was worse than chaos. Rage had a rhythm predictable, violent, and something you could anticipate.Behind me, Dante stirred. The faint beep of the monitors was a fragile tether to reality, and I could feel the tension in the air even as the estate seemed to breathe in slow, controlled motions around us. I stepped away from the window, refusing to let panic steal my clarity. There was a war coming, and I would not wait to be caught off guard.The terrace above the medical wing had become my refuge over the past weeks. Here, the wind smelled faintly of jasmine and rose, carrying the heavy scent of earth and stone through the estate. Sunlight slanted across the balustrade, warming the pale marble beneath my boots. For a moment, I allowed myself a breath that wasn’t laced with fear.And then I saw them.Camila and Carlos.T

Serena’s POV“You’re a liar, Marco!”The words tore out of me before fear could stop them.One second I was being dragged down the corridor toward the cellar, my wrists locked in a guard’s grip. The next, instinct took over. I planted my heels into the carpeted floor outside Dante’s hospital suite and twisted violently, throwing my weight backward.The guard lost his balance just enough.I wrenched free.“Stop her!” Marco barked.But I was already moving, I stumbled through the open doors of Dante’s room and nearly fell, catching myself on the edge of the bed. The monitors beeped steadily behind me. Dante lay motionless, pale under the fluorescent lights.I positioned myself between him and Marco as he stormed in.“You’re a liar, Marco!” I shouted again, my voice echoing off sterile white walls.The room froze.Dr. Aris still held the medicine bottle in his trembling hand. Camila stood near the window, her eyes wide and red. The guards hesitated at the threshold.Marco stared at me, s

Marco’s POV“Is it done?”The heavy oak door of my study clicked shut behind me, sealing off the noise of the corridor and the lingering echo of Carlos’s defiance. I leaned back against the wood for a second, chest rising hard, jaw locked so tight it hurt.Outside the tall windows, the estate lay under a wash of moonlight. It should already be mine.Instead, I had been challenged in my own house by a guard with a gun and a woman who should have been dragged to the cellar in chains.I pushed away from the door and crossed the room, pulling the encrypted phone from the hidden panel inside my desk drawer. No one knew it existed, Not my sister, not my father and not even the security team that thought they monitored every signal entering or leaving this estate.Victor answered on the second ring.“Well?” he said, impatience bleeding through the line. “Is it done?”“The seizure happened,” I replied, keeping my voice low and controlled. “Exactly as planned.”“And?”“And the blame didn’t sti

Camilas povCamila… what are you doing in here?”Marco’s voice cut through the quiet before I even saw him.I turned sharply.He stood in the doorway of the medical wing, one hand still resting on the handle, the corridor light behind him casting his face in partial shadow. For a second, he didn’t step inside. He just looked at me, then at our father’s bed, at my tear-streaked face, at my hand wrapped around Papa’s.“I came to see him,” I said, forcing my voice not to shake. “I don’t need permission to visit my father.”“Enough!”Marco’s voice cracked through the room so violently that I flinched before I even understood what was happening.I was still bent over Papa’s bed, my fingers wrapped around his cool hand, my forehead resting near the mattress where I had just whispered his name again. The ventilator pushed air into his lungs with its steady mechanical sigh. Marco grabbed my upper arm, fingers digging so hard I gasped. “What do you think you’re doing?” he demanded, dragging