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89-The cage without bars

[ IRIS’S POV ]"Iris! Iris, please talk to me. Look at me, Iris!"Salvatore’s voice was stripped of all its usual cold command, completely frantic as he pulled me up from the scorched stone."Stop pressing me, Salvatore... I’m still breathing," I managed to say, coughing weakly as the thick smoke burned the back of my throat."Lorenzo!" Salvatore roared.He was on my father in a heartbeat. He didn't even use his gun. Driven by pure, unadulterated rage, he used his bare hands, pinning my father down onto the scorched earth. My father groaned under his weight, completely defeated. Salvatore slowly looked back at me, his chest heaving, waiting for my word. The King waiting for the Queen's judgment.I looked at my father, cowering under the man who had protected me from the shadows for half a decade."Take him to the cells," I said, the heavy gemstone in my ring catching the fading glare of the firelight. "I want him to watch us rebuild. I want him to see every single day that they lost."

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90-Not your father

[ SOFIA’S POV ]The second the reinforced door slid open again and Iris stepped into the cell, I heaved a massive sigh of relief."Salvatore," Iris called out softly.Like a magic spell, the chant of her voice made him instantly drop his hand. The gleaming blade lowered, and beside me, I could hear Father's ragged breath finally becoming steady again as he slumped back against the stone.Then, I looked at my sister. She was wearing black trousers and a fitted coat, her hair flowing loose down her back. No gun. No guards inside the cell with her. Just a simple emerald ring on her finger, unmistakable, brilliant, and completely final.My throat tightened with bitter envy. So this was what absolute victory and having the most powerful, lethal man by your side looked like."Leave, Salvatore. I want to speak with them alone," Iris said, her eyes fixed entirely on me while I snarled back at her, refusing to let her see my fear.Without a single word of protest, Salvatore walked out of the c

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91-The past

[ IRIS’S POV ]"No, Salvatore... please don’t touch me. Please," I pleaded, my voice barely a cracked whisper as I scrambled backward, curling myself into the tightest, darkest corner of the bedroom.He stayed back, his large hands raised in the air, his dark eyes filled with a terrifyingly raw panic I had never seen in him before. He looked like a man watching his entire world crumble to dust, completely helpless because he couldn't fight an enemy he couldn't see.I didn't know if I should cry or laugh. A manic, hysterical bubble rose in my chest, threatening to burst through my throat. Everything. Every single thing I knew about my existence, my name, my blood, it was all a beautifully orchestrated lie.But suddenly, the agonizing puzzle of my life finally made sense.The sudden school transfers that kept me isolated. The casual, cold way they talked about giving me away to the highest bidder without a shred of remorse. The mother who Salvatore saved me from. The father who looked

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92-The escape

Lorenzo walked over, his expensive leather shoes stepping right into the expanding pool of blood. He looked down at my dad, who was begging with his eyes, his lips moving soundlessly as he tried to shield my sister."You were always too soft, Thomas. That’s why you bleed," Lorenzo whispered.He didn't even look away as he raised his weapon and fired a bullet directly into my father's forehead. Francesca screamed—a raw, horrific sound that went straight through me, but it was cut brutally short as Lorenzo turned the gun on her and pulled the trigger. She dropped instantly, falling still over my father’s chest."Please! Take me! Just spare my boy! He’s eight, Lorenzo! He doesn't know anything!" My mother wept hysterically, wrapping her entire body around me, trying to bury me beneath her flesh. "I beg of you, by the mother who gave you life, spare my son!"Lorenzo looked bored. "Get her off him."The mercenaries ripped her away from me. She clawed at the air, leaving long bloody streaks

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93-We’re going to Paris

Sofia's POV"Lorenzo is weak. I knew he would fail me," Mum spat, her voice dripping with a cold, venomous venom that made me flinch.I sat frozen on the leather seat, gripping a hot mug in my trembling hands just to keep from falling apart completely. The heat bled into my palms, but it couldn't touch the ice in my veins. I couldn't stop staring at her, at the woman I had spent years mourning. The woman I thought was dead.Dad had kept it away from me. My entire life, he had hidden the fact that my mother was alive. The betrayal of his lie vied with the shock of her presence, tearing me apart from the inside out."Why didn’t you come sooner?" I asked, my voice cracking, a raw mix of grief and anger breaking through. "Why now? Why did you come only when it all fell apart?"She turned her sharp, calculating gaze toward me, completely unmoved by my tears."Iris saw me as her mother, her salvation," Mum said, her tone businesslike, devoid of any maternal warmth. "And you know she’s the k

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94-Daughter of Damascus

[ IRIS’S POV ]The leather seat of the car felt like ice beneath me as we drove through the streets of Paris.My chest was so tight I could barely draw breath. The closer we got to the venue, the more the panic clawed its way back to the surface. My fingers were moving entirely on their own, relentlessly fidgeting, my nails scratching digging deeply into the skin of my hands until the flesh was raw and irritated.What if they hated me? What if my mother couldn't even recognize me through her broken mind? What if I was nothing but a ghost to them?"I would stop doing that if I were you, Iris. Or we turn back right here and now."Salvatore’s deep, commanding voice sliced through the suffocating fog in my head. I froze, my nails still pinned against my skin, and looked over at him. His dark eyes were fixed on the road ahead, his profile rigid and unyielding, but the authority in his tone was a promise. He wasn't playing.He would turn the car around in a heartbeat if he thought this was

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95-Sofia Damascus

[ IRIS POV ]The soft murmurs of the elite crowd dwindled to an absolute silence as the elderly man—my grandfather—slowly made his way toward the center stage. He leaned heavily on his ornate walking stick, but his posture remained as rigid and commanding as an old general's.He reached the microphone, adjusting his glasses before looking out at the sea of wealthy guests."I want to thank you all for being here tonight," his deep, weathered voice echoed through the massive ballroom speakers. "To celebrate another year of life is a blessing, and having our closest allies and family in this room makes it all the more meaningful."The entire hall erupted into elegant applause. Everyone clapped, and I found myself clapping along too, my hands trembling as hot tears blurred my vision. I stared at his lined, dignified face, my chest aching with a fierce, overwhelming urge to run across the room and throw my arms around him.Grandfather waited for the applause to die down before raising a ha

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96-The birth-mark

[ IRIS POV ]The entire ballroom went completely rigid. Nobody breathed.Mum stopped struggling against my father’s grip, her tear-stained face turning slowly toward Sofia. My dad's eyes widened in sheer, breathless shock, his military composure completely shattering as he stared at the girl walking toward them."My baby...?" Mom whispered, her voice barely a thread, her hands trembling as she reached out into the empty air.Sofia let out a loud, heartbroken sob, covering her mouth with her hands as she stumbled forward, looking every bit the long-lost daughter returning from the dead. "I'm so sorry... it took so long..." she whimpered, her gaze locking onto mom and my dad with a perfect act of desperate longing.A sick, heavy nausea rose in my throat. I wanted to scream. I wanted to tear myself away from Salvatore and shout the truth until my lungs bled. No! That’s not her! I am your daughter! She is a liar!But my voice was completely trapped in my chest, paralyzed by the sheer, ho

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97-The golden heirloom

[ IRIS POV ]I actually had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing out loud.It was just like Salvatore said, this was a hell of a show.Standing wrapped in his arms, watching the absolute, suffocating terror drain the color from Sofia’s face was the most intoxicating thing I had ever experienced. The great, untouchable Sofia Russo, who had spent years tormenting me, was completely frozen under the glittering chandelier lights.A birthmark.My mind flashed back to my own body, to the small, distinct mark etched into my skin that I had looked at every single day of my life, never knowing it was the ultimate key to my identity. Elizabeth hadn't known about it. In all her meticulous planning, all her forged documents, and stolen hospital braces, she had missed the one thing that couldn't be faked by a plastic surgeon or a corrupt doctor. Blood truly recognized blood.Beside me, Salvatore’s chest vibrated with a silent, deeply amused chuckle. He didn't say a word, but the sl

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98-The aunt

[ IRIS POV ]I stared at my father, my mind scrambling to piece it together. The hesitation, the defense of Sofia, the demand for a DNA test—it hadn't been desperation at all. It was a trap. He and Grandfather had known the entire time that the heirloom was fake. They had let her spin her web, let Sofia show her fake birthmark, and let them think they had won, just to utterly crush them at the highest point of their delusion.Beside me, Salvatore let out a soft, low chuckle, completely unbothered. He knew. Of course he knew.I looked back at the stage. Elizabeth was frozen on her knees, her face an ashen, ghostly white. And Sofia? The smug, victorious look on her face had completely shattered into pure, paralyzing terror as she realized she hadn't been manipulating my parents at all, she had been walking straight into their slaughterhouse."Young man, who might you be?" my dad asked, stepping forward. His voice was laced with a sharp, calculated curiosity as he looked past the golden

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