The bedroom had never felt so empty.Alessio stood alone beside the bed, the cream-colored envelope still resting in his hands.Outside the room, voices echoed through the hallway. Guards moved quickly. Marco was giving orders. Bianca was trying to calm the growing unease spreading through the mansion.None of it reached him.For a long moment, he simply stared at Lucia's handwriting.His name.Nothing else.His thumb slipped beneath the seal.The paper unfolded with a quiet sound that somehow seemed louder than everything else.He began to read.My Alessio,If you're reading this, then I've already gone.I know what you're feeling right now. You're probably angry.Confused.And wondering why I didn't wait for you. The truth is...If I had seen your face one more time, I never would have found the strength to leave.Please believe me when I say this isn't because I stopped loving you.It's because I never will.I watched you fight for me again and again.You stood beside me when no on
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