บททั้งหมดของ His Miracle Heir: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Vittorio showed up at the brownstone the next afternoon. He’d changed over the last year; he greeted the kids with a genuine warmth that wasn’t there before, crouching down to admire Matteo’s latest block masterpiece before heading into the sitting room. He had a calm, steady presence now—something Isabella had realized was real, not just a polished act."Before we start," he said, once the tea was poured and Sofia had been tucked in for her nap, "I want to be clear that whatever I’ve found isn’t an immediate threat. I know this family has been through enough, so I figured that would be the most important thing to lead with.""We appreciate that," Lorenzo said, though he stayed focused, watching Vittorio closely. "What is it?"Vittorio pulled a worn leather folder from his briefcase. "Records from my grandfather’s time. This was way before my father, Salvatore, was even in the picture—and even before your grandfather got involved in all of this, Lorenzo. I stumbled across them while f

Isabella called Elena the second she hung up, her voice tight as she repeated the detective’s brief, unsettling message."I'll check her credentials right now," Elena said, her tone shifting into professional mode. "The organized crime division is a big step up from anything we've dealt with, Isabella. I want to know exactly why they're calling before you get back to her."It took Elena less than an hour to get an answer. When she called back, she sounded cautious, but not panicked. "Detective Chen is legit," she confirmed. "Fifteen years on the force and a reputation for being thorough. I don't think this is a targeted threat against your family. Honestly, given the timing, it’s probably connected to the prosecutions following the Marchetti paperwork.""You think she just wants info on Marchetti?" Isabella asked, the pieces starting to click."Or Ricci, or Ferreira’s old network," Elena added. "Basically, anyone who’s been dragged down because of the evidence your family provided. I’

"The Ferrettis," Isabella repeated, the pieces finally starting to click. "Aldo was Ricci’s lawyer. If his sister was at the Aurelius Club that first night, and she was tied into Marchetti’s network—""—then the Ferrettis weren't just helpers," Elena finished, her voice tight with focus. "They were the muscle. The operational arm. For generations. This wasn't just Aldo doing a few favors for Ricci; this was a family business. They provided the kind of discreet, professional operators Marchetti needed to pull the strings for decades."Lorenzo stood up and began to pace the study, his energy shifting into high gear. "How big are we talking?" he asked. "A couple of siblings, or something more?"Elena frowned, scanning her notes. "I’m still mapping out the family tree, but the early research is worrying. It looks like at least four generations of Ferrettis tied to criminal enterprises across Europe and North America, going back nearly seventy years. If Marchetti relied on them for his inf

“The problem isn't that Aldo is smart," Elena said, slapping a messy organizational chart down on the study desk. "It's that he's efficient."She’d spent the last few days digging, and the picture she found was worse than they’d hoped. Aldo Ferretti hadn't just found a few thugs; he’d stitched together four old, broken networks. On their own, they were just nuisances. Together, they were a legitimate threat—the biggest the family had faced since Vittorio’s first conspiracy."He's got the old Ricci crowd handling the money, the leftovers of Ferreira's crew for the muscle, and a group of Morettis who aren't exactly thrilled that Vittorio is trying to go 'legit,'" Elena explained.Isabella leaned in, studying the chart. She didn't look at the names; she looked at the seams. "They don't actually like each other," she noted. "The Ricci people want a payday. The Ferreira group is still clinging to whatever grudge Salazar left behind. And the Morettis? They just hate the idea of peace. This

"How soon?" Lorenzo asked. He was already crossing the room toward the security monitors, his calm facade snapping into a protective, focused urgency."Valentina says within days, maybe sooner," Elena replied, her voice tight. "Aldo was planning to play the long game, but since we managed to break his coalition, he’s panicked. He’s stopped trying to build influence and is moving directly against your family."Isabella felt that familiar, gut-punch of fear for her children. Everything else faded into the background. "Where are Matteo and Sofia?""Matteo's at school with Marco," Lorenzo said, scanning the feeds. "Sofia is with your mother.""Get them secured. Now," Isabella said. Her voice didn't shake; it had that unwavering steel she only used when her children were in danger. "No gradual steps. Maximum security, immediately."Elena was already on the phone, coordinating with her team. "I'm sending extra men to the school. I want Sofia and your mother moved to the secondary safehouse—