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Dante’s POVThe darkness lasted less than three seconds.It was enough.By the time the emergency lights came on, the man who had claimed to know everything about my family was gone.I spun toward the window.Open.The curtain moved in the cold night air.“Damn it.”Valentina was already at the door.“Dante.”I caught up with her.“We’re going to the airfield.”“Now.”We ran down the stairs.I called Thomas as we crossed the entrance hall.“Get every available vehicle to the private strip.”“Already moving.”“Block the runway.”A pause.“Sir, if the aircraft is already airborne—”“It isn’t.”“How do you know?”“Because the passenger manifest lists Matteo Ferraro.”Silence.Thomas understood immediately.“You think he’s alive?”“I think someone wants us to believe he is.”We reached the garage.The doors rolled open.Three security vehicles were already waiting.Thomas stood beside the first SUV, wearing a ballistic vest.“Sir.”“Where is the plane?”“Still on the ground.”“Good.”Vale

Valentina’s POVThe hospital address stared back at me from the screen.For a moment, I couldn’t hear the alarms anymore.I couldn’t hear the rain striking the hangar roof or the distant voices of the security team moving through the wreckage.All I could hear was a newborn crying.A memory.Four years ago.White walls.Bright lights.The smell of antiseptic.My mother’s hand squeezing mine.A nurse telling me there had been complications.A doctor lowering his eyes before saying the words that had destroyed my life.I’m sorry. Your daughter didn’t survive.I had believed them.I had spent four years believing them.Now my mother had chosen that same hospital as the place where she wanted me to come.“Valentina.”Dante’s voice brought me back.I looked at him.He had stepped closer, his face still streaked with blood from the explosion.“You know that place.”I nodded.“That’s where Isabella was born.”His expression hardened.“Then we’re not sending you there alone.”“I have to.”“No

Dante’s POVThe first thing I heard was the hum of an engine.The second was Jonathan Vance laughing.I opened my eyes.My wrists were tied behind a metal chair. A strip of cloth had been wrapped around my forehead, but the wound beneath it was still bleeding.Jonathan stood several feet away.He looked nothing like the frightened man I’d left in Zurich.His suit was immaculate.His hair was neatly combed.There wasn’t a trace of panic on his face.He looked like a man who had been waiting for this moment.“You’re awake.”I tested the restraints.“Where is my wife?”Jonathan smiled.“Still asking the same question.”“Where is Valentina?”“On her way here.”My blood ran cold.“What did you do to her?”“Nothing.”He walked toward me.“She came willingly.”I stared at him.“She would never come willingly to you.”“She didn’t.”He placed a tablet on the table in front of me.“She came because she thought she was going to save Isabella.”I looked at the screen.A live video showed Valentin

Dante’s POVFor several seconds, nobody moved.The smoke from the shattered doorway drifted through the room, curling toward the ceiling beneath the emergency lights.Valentina stood in the middle of the room.Serena was behind her.And both were looking at me.But it wasn’t Serena’s face that stopped me.It was Valentina’s.She looked terrified.Not because of the gun in my hand.Because of what Serena had just said.The baby you buried four years ago.I lowered the weapon.“Val.”She stared at me.“Tell me she’s lying.”I opened my mouth.Nothing came out.Serena gave a quiet, bitter laugh.“There it is.”“Shut up,” I said.“You can’t even deny it.”Valentina’s eyes never left mine.“Dante.”I took one step toward her.“I can explain.”She flinched.That hurt more than any bullet could have.“You knew?”“No.”Her voice broke.“You knew something.”“I knew there was a child.”The room seemed to shrink around us.“What child?”I looked at Serena.She was watching me carefully.“Four y

Dante’s POVFor a few seconds, I couldn’t move.My father’s voice was still in my head.Don’t trust Valentina’s mother.I’d heard that voice hundreds of times growing up. Usually from across a boardroom table. Sometimes from the study doorway when I’d made a decision he didn’t like.But I’d buried him four years ago.I had watched the coffin disappear beneath the ground.I had stood beside the grave until everyone else had gone.He was dead.He had to be.“Dante?”Valentina’s voice was quiet.I looked at her.She was pale, her eyes fixed on the blank screen.“My father is dead.”“I know.”“He died.”“I know.”“Then who was that?”She didn’t answer.Victor did.“That was your father.”I turned on him.“You’d better start explaining.”Victor didn’t flinch.“I’ve spent six years trying to find him.”“Then why didn’t you?”“Because he didn’t want to be found.”I laughed bitterly.“My father was kidnapped.”“No.”Victor shook his head.“He disappeared.”“That’s the same thing.”“No. It isn