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Dante didn’t waste a second.He called Enzo and doubled Rose’s security. Two guards outside her door. Two more at the end of the hallway. Another was stationed in the garden beneath her windows. And wherever Rose walked, someone followed at a respectful distance.But even with all that, Dante barely slept that night.Every sound made him rise. Every shadow looked like Luca’s shadow.And every time he closed his eyes, he saw that video again—Bella’s face, the syringe, Vittorio’s last breaths.By dawn, his thoughts were a tangle he couldn’t untie.He left the bedroom quietly, not wanting to wake Rose, and walked down the hallway. Guards nodded when they saw him. He barely noticed.When he reached Bella’s door, he paused.A soft clicking sound came from inside… knitting needles tapping lightly. He knocked once, then pushed the door open.Bella was curled on her chair, yarn gathered in her lap. She looked u

The morning felt lighter than usual, even with all the tension still hanging around the house. Rose was finally looking better.The color had returned to her cheeks, and when she stood from the bed to tie her hair, she didn’t sway the way she had been for days.Dante watched her from the doorway, his arms folded loosely.“You slept well?” he asked.Rose smiled. “Better than I have in weeks.”He nodded, but his eyes stayed on her, studying every tiny movement like he was memorizing it. She noticed.“I’m fine,” she said gently.Dante didn’t argue, but he came close and touched her cheek. “We’re still doing the checkup today.”“I know,” she murmured, leaning into his touch. “I’m not fighting you on this one.”He kissed her forehead and held her there for a few seconds longer than usual, like he needed reassurance.A knock came on the door.It was Elena. “The doctor is ready in the medical

The morning sun hadn’t yet fully touched Corona Nera when the first alarm came. Dante had barely finished his coffee when Enzo burst into the study, face tight.“Don,” he said, breath still catching from running, “there’s been an incident at the warehouse near Genova.”Dante’s eyes narrowed instantly. “Explain.”“Fire. Full blaze. Security teams were already on-site, but the cause is… suspicious. Some of the shipments were destroyed before the alarms went off.”Dante’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. “Go. Get me the cameras, statements from the men, everything. I want to know how this happened before anyone tells me it was an accident.”Enzo hesitated for a moment, glancing at him. “It’s possible—”“Possible?” Dante snapped, his eyes dark. “Do not say that. Not when it could be him.”Almost immediately, the phone on the desk buzzed. Dante’s gaze flicked to it. Unknown number. He picked it up without hesitation.

The atrium filled slowly, the way it always did on days when the Don called for a family address. The men took their place on the main floor, lining the marble tiles in careful rows.The women gathered behind the tall frosted glass partition on the upper level… close enough to see and hear everything, but still separated by tradition.The tension was a faint hum beneath the quiet conversations. Everyone had heard the summons. No one knew why.Belini stood beside Dante at the front, his cane held close, his old eyes watchful. He had already fought Dante in the council room earlier, pushed back, questioned him again and again—then finally, reluctantly, agreed.Now, in public, he stood with the Don. He would not embarrass him. Enzo was on Dante’s right, silent, loyal, expression unreadable.Dante stepped forward, and the crowd settled.His voice carried clearly across the atrium.“Thank you all for coming,” he said. “There

Days passed, and the house remained split in a quiet cold war. Bella and Rose still refused to speak to Dante. They were polite in public, never disrespectful, but their eyes no longer searched for him in a room, and they no longer offered him the soft smiles he had gotten used to.They kept their distance, moving around him the way someone walks around a fire—careful, wary, refusing to get burned again.Dante felt every second of it. He pretended to focus on business. He doubled security again. He monitored every shipment, every route, every call. But even in meetings his mind drifted—back to their faces in the atrium, the shock, the hurt, the betrayal.He told himself over and over that they would never understand. They couldn’t. They didn’t know what Luca had, what it meant, what would happen if that video ever saw sunlight.He did what he had to do. But it didn’t stop the ache.Later that day, he checked on Rose. He knew she spent mos