جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 30

For a second, nobody moved.Not me.Not Alessio.Not Marco.Not even the collapsing tunnel behind us seemed to matter anymore.Because Bianca was standing there.But she didn’t feel like Bianca.Not the girl who used to cry over broken nails or panic before engagement parties.Not the sister who clutched my hand during fear.This version was different.Still Bianca’s face.But empty behind the eyes.Controlled.Almost… trained.My throat tightened painfully.“Bianca…” I whispered.She tilted her head slightly, like she was studying me.Like I was unfamiliar.“Lucia,” she said calmly.Her voice was steady.Too steady.Alessio immediately stepped in front of me.Protective.Instant.But Bianca didn’t react.That alone terrified me.Because Bianca always reacted.Always emotional.Always dramatic.Always alive.This wasn’t her.Marco muttered beside us, almost to himself.“So it’s already happened.”My stomach dropped.“What has happened?” I snapped.But no one answered me.Bianca took o

The photograph slipped from my fingers.For a moment, nobody spoke.Nobody breathed.Nobody moved.I stared at the image lying on the warehouse floor.Me.Sleeping peacefully in my bedroom.Completely unaware someone had been watching.My stomach twisted violently.The photo wasn't old.It couldn't be.The nightgown I wore in the picture was one Bianca had bought me only a few weeks ago.That meant whoever took it had been inside the Moretti mansion recently.Very recently.A cold shiver crawled down my spine."Lucia."Alessio's voice was low.Dangerously calm.Which was somehow worse than anger.I looked up.His face had become unreadable.But his eyes...His eyes looked murderous."Who took this?" I whispered.Nobody answered.Because nobody knew.Roman stepped forward and picked up the photograph.His expression darkened instantly."This wasn't sent as a threat."My father frowned."What do you mean?"Roman looked at him."It's a declaration."Silence.The words settled heavily ove

“She looked like you because she’s biologically related to you.”The words echoed through the library.For a moment, I couldn’t hear anything else.Not the ticking clock.Not the rain tapping against the windows.Not even my own heartbeat.Everything disappeared except those seven words.Biologically related.My stomach twisted violently.“No.”Alessio didn’t speak.I stared at him.Waiting for him to take it back.Waiting for someone to tell me this was another mistake.Another misunderstanding.Another nightmare.But nobody did.My father looked pale.Roman looked grim.And suddenly I knew this was real.Painfully real.“How?” I whispered.Alessio slowly sat beside me.His expression remained calm, but I could see the tension in his jaw.“The DNA results are confirmed.”My pulse hammered.“DNA?”Roman nodded.“The woman shares enough genetic markers to prove she’s related to you.”I swallowed hard.“Related how?”Nobody answered immediately.And that terrified me.Because silence us

The darkness didn’t last long.It never did in a place like this.Emergency lights flickered on in violent pulses, painting the shattered mansion in broken shades of red and gold.Alarms screamed through the walls.Footsteps thundered everywhere.And somewhere outside—gunfire erupted again.I couldn’t breathe properly.Not because of the noise.Not because of the chaos.But because of that voice.“Hello, sister.”It was still in my head.Still inside me.Like it had carved itself into my bones.Alessio’s hand was firm around my wrist.Too firm.Not painful.But absolute.“Stay behind me,” he said again.His voice was different now.Not calm.Not controlled.Dangerous.Roman was already moving.Guards flooded the library.My father grabbed a gun from a hidden drawer like he had done it a thousand times before.Elena, however—she didn’t move at all.She just stood there.Watching me.Like this was exactly what she had been waiting for.Like chaos was familiar to her.Too familiar.Ano

“He was supposed to be dead.”Selene’s whisper sent a chill through the entire room.Because this was the same woman who had walked into the Romano estate without fear.The same woman who had faced Roman Romano himself without flinching.Yet now—she looked terrified.The shattered library windows rattled as cold wind rushed inside.Nobody moved.Nobody spoke.Then the voice came again.Calm.Amused.Dangerously familiar to someone in this room.“Still afraid of me, Selene?”My stomach twisted.Outside, darkness swallowed everything beyond the broken glass.I couldn't see him.But somehow his presence filled the room anyway.Roman's expression hardened.My father raised his gun.Alessio stepped further in front of me.Protective.Instinctive.The man laughed softly.“You Romano men always stand in front of bullets.”No answer.Just silence.Deadly silence.Then footsteps echoed outside.Slow.Unhurried.Like he knew nobody could stop him.Like he belonged here.My pulse hammered.And