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CHAPTER 121MEASUREDMATTEOThe house had settled by the time it was just us. Callie and Sienna had retreated to her room. Not dramatically. Not in tears. Just… space. The kind of quiet space women take when they want to process without three overprotective men breathing down their necks. Marco stood near the kitchen counter, arms folded loosely. Santiago sat at the table, posture relaxed in that deliberate way he used when he was pretending not to be tired. I leaned back in my chair and watched both of them. The rumour felt smaller now than it had earlier. Not because it disappeared. Because it had failed.“She expected doubt between,” Marco said again, quieter this time.Santiago rolled a glass between his palms. “And insecurity.” I studied him. He looked steadier than he had an hour ago. The colour had returned slightly to his face. His breathing was normal. But I had felt the spike in his pulse earlier. The tremor he tried to hide.“She saw you stagger,” I said evenly. He didn’t

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CHAPTER 122MEASURED SHADOWSMATTEOI woke drenched in sweat. My chest burned, my heart hammering in a rhythm that didn’t belong to me. The nightmare didn’t make sense in words, just images, sensations, echoes of pain that weren’t mine anymore but that I remembered all too well. The shadows of Alessandro’s cruelty had lingered in the corners of my mind, even months after it had ended. The fear. The helplessness. The way the world had narrowed down to sharp edges and impossible choices. My body remembered what my mind tried to forget.I lay in the dark for a long moment, listening to the house breathe around me. The faint hum of the refrigerator, the tick of the hallway clock, the occasional sigh of wind brushing against the windows. Normal. Calm. But I couldn’t feel it yet. Not fully. Not until I moved, until I pushed my body to do something simple and human again.I swung my legs off the bed and stood slowly, testing the familiar weight of my limbs. The tightness in my chest lingered

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CHAPTER 123QUIET MORNINGSMARCOMorning light spilled lazily through the dining room windows, soft and gold, the kind that made everything feel warmer than it probably was. The house smelled like coffee and butter and something sweet Callie had insisted on adding to the table even though none of us needed more sugar in our lives.I was already seated when Matteo walked in, hair still slightly damp from a shower, looking far more rested than he had any right to be. Sienna followed him, tying her hair back, her expression calm in that quiet way she had when she felt safe. Santiago burst in last.“Is that cinnamon?” he demanded, as if he’d personally funded the grocery run.“It’s French toast,” Callie replied from the kitchen doorway, proud and unbothered. “And you’re welcome.” Plates were passed around. Coffee mugs clinked softly. Matteo reached for the syrup like it was a strategic decision. For once, nobody was tense.“So,” Matteo said between bites, “what’s everyone doing today?”“

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CHAPTER 124 WHEN PEACE LIESCALLIEThe house had felt different the moment everyone left. Not empty. Not lonely. Just… still.Santiago had gone out for a walk, claiming he needed “fresh air and character development,” which I suspected just meant he wanted music and space. Marco and Matteo had left together without much explanation. Something quiet between them. Sienna had mentioned seeing a friend and slipped out not long after. And just like that, it had been me. Alone. But it was really so bad. I liked it. I hadn’t realised how rarely that happened until I was standing in the kitchen, listening to the hum of the refrigerator and the faint ticking of the clock. No overlapping conversations. No footsteps upstairs. No low voices drifting down the hall. Just silence.Yesterday’s peace replayed in my head. The breakfast. The laughter. Marco pretending he wasn’t watching all of us like we were fragile glass. Santiago philosophising about adults forgetting they were allowed to exist. It

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CHAPTER 125WHEN SILENCE BREAKS.CALLIEThe moment he stepped forward and blocked the door from closing, something inside me snapped fully awake. Not fear exactly. Recognition. This was no longer a conversation.“Move,” I said, trying to shove the door harder.He pushed back with one hand, easy, casual strength like it cost him nothing. The door swung wider under his control, and before I could step back, he was inside. The click of the door shutting behind him sounded too loud.“You didn’t have to make this difficult,” he said.My heart started pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. “Get out of my house.”He ignored that. “You think I don’t see it?” he went on, stepping closer. “The way they look at you. The way they touch you. You think that doesn’t make me want…”“Stop,” I snapped, backing up. He advanced. “You don’t get to decide who touches me,” I said, my voice shaking despite how hard I tried to steady it.“You let them,” he shot back. “You let three of them. But I’m sup

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CHAPTER 126CRACKS IN THE ARMORCALLIEThe house still smelled like adrenaline and broken glass when the front door opened again. I was sitting on the couch now, wrapped in one of Matteo’s hoodies, my hands finally steady enough to hold a glass of water without spilling it. Luca was still on the floor across the room, wrists zip-tied behind his back, blood dried along his lip, eyes swollen and wary. Marco stood near him like a guard dog that had already bitten once and was fully prepared to do it again.The door shut. Santiago walked in first. He took one look at my face and stopped. Not slowed. Stopped. His gaze moved from me to the shattered console table, to the overturned chair, to Luca on the floor. “What happened?” His voice wasn’t loud. It was controlled in that terrifying way that meant the explosion was coming. Marco didn’t answer right away. Santiago stepped further inside. His eyes landed on the faint bruising already forming on my wrist. Everything in him changed. He cross

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CHAPTER 127WHEN THE CROWN SLIPPEDCALLIEWe weren’t even there when it happened. That was the strangest part. We were in the kitchen when the first message came through. Then another. Then five more in a row. My phone started vibrating across the counter like it was trying to escape. Sienna picked hers up first. Her eyebrows climbed slowly. “Well,” she said under her breath, almost impressed. “That didn’t take long.”Marco looked up from the coffee machine. “What?” She turned the screen toward us. It was a video. A lecture hall. Packed. Stella standing at the front near a projector screen. The caption read: You need to see this. Santiago stepped closer beside me, his shoulder brushing mine. I could feel the quiet tension still coiled inside him from last night, though it wasn’t sharp anymore. It was protective. Grounded. Sienna pressed play.The video was shaky at first, filmed from somewhere in the middle rows. Stella stood at the podium, polished and poised like she always was. Hai

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EPILOGUECAPS AND OPEN SKIESCALLIEA few months changed everything. Not in the dramatic, lightning-strike way I used to expect life to shift. Not in explosions or scandals or whispered rumors tearing through hallways. It changed quietly. Steadily. Like sunrise.Graduation morning came with clear skies and that soft, golden light that made everything look like it belonged in a memory already. The campus lawn was covered in rows of white chairs, families scattered everywhere, cameras flashing like nervous little stars. I adjusted my gown for the tenth time.Sienna nudged me. “If you keep pulling at it, it’s going to wrinkle.”“It already feels like a tablecloth,” I muttered. She laughed, eyes bright. She looked happy. Not tense. Not watchful. Just happy.Matteo stood a few feet away, hands in his pockets, scanning the crowd in that calm, protective way he always did. Santiago was beside him, but today there was no coiled readiness in his posture. No underlying tension. Just pride.And

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