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Salvatore checked his watch. “The courier should reach the gate in the next thirty minutes or so. We’ll hear something soon.”Ivy sat down, her legs finally admitting how shaky they were. “What if he doesn’t fall for it?”“He will,” Salvatore responded confidently. “Giovanni is arrogant. He thinks everyone’s stupider than him.”Ivy nodded. That actually made sense. Giovanni seemed to believe that he was the smartest human alive.“How about a game of chess while we wait to hear back from the team?” Salvatore asked warmly.Ivy managed a small smile and said, “I don’t know how to play chess.”“Well, today is your lucky day,” Salvatore said cheerfully. “You’re about to learn the game of champions from the grandmaster himself.”He motioned to her to follow him, and they sat at the small table beside the window where a chessboard was laid out already. They sat opposite each other, and Salvatore began to explain the rules of the game to Ivy.After a detailed explanation of all the possible m

Lorenzo stepped into his suite, his shoulders tight, his thoughts still tangled in the shadows of the basement. But the moment he crossed the threshold, the comforting aroma of roasted meats, warm bread, and a hint of garlic greeted him like an embrace.Ivy looked up from the table by the window, her face softening into a smile. A generous spread of food covered the table: stuffed peppers, seared chicken thighs, roasted vegetables, and a basket of warm, buttery rolls."You missed dinner," she said gently, walking over to him. "So, I had them send this up for you."Lorenzo blinked at the array. “All of that food just for me?” His brow quirked. “Are you about to put me to work?”Ivy laughed, looping her arm in his. “I can help you devour it, if you want. I’m sure the little human in my belly won’t mind the extra food.”Lorenzo smiled despite himself. There was something disarming about her warmth: gentle, subtle, and soothing in ways he hadn’t known he needed until now.“Come on,” she s

Lorenzo stood with his hands buried deep in his trouser pockets, pacing slowly before the fireplace in his grandfather’s study. The heavy curtains were drawn shut, muting the daylight into a solemn amber hue. A fire crackled in the hearth, though no one sat close enough to need its warmth. The silence in the room was palpable, broken only by the faint ticking of the antique clock that had once belonged to Salvatore’s own father.Behind the large oak desk, Salvatore sat, leaning back in his leather chair, fingers steepled beneath his chin. The old man had not spoken in several minutes, merely watching his grandson move like a caged lion.“She didn’t deserve to die like that,” Lorenzo finally said, his voice rough. “Her death was unnecessarily violent and senseless.”Salvatore nodded once, slowly. “Anna was a good woman. One of the few who never sought anything beyond what she was given.”Lorenzo stopped pacing and turned toward him. “She was planning to leave today. Ivy and I arranged

“Eat, child,” Salvatore said gently, watching Ivy with eyes too perceptive for her liking. “It’s not poisoned, I promise.”Ivy gave a faint smile and reached for the cup of coffee instead. “I’m not hungry. But thank you.”The smell of coffee and warm butter lingered in the air, mingling with the crisp citrus scent of the orange blossom centerpiece that adorned the low marble table. Salvatore sat in a high-backed chair; his signature wool cardigan draped over his shoulders despite the summer heat that crept lazily through the open windows. Ivy sat opposite him on the settee, picking at a croissant she hadn’t touched.They sat in silence for a while. The clinking of a spoon against porcelain was the only sound until Salvatore finally sighed and leaned back, regarding her.“Anna’s death was a terrible tragedy,” he said softly, almost to himself. “And a senseless one at that.”Ivy's gaze dropped to her lap. “She was kind to me,” she whispered. “Whatever else she was, she… she didn’t dese

Ivy tightened her grip on Lorenzo’s hand. They waited. And hoped. And feared. Because in the Martinelli mansion, tragedy always knocked in silence, and sometimes… it didn’t knock at all.After what felt like an eternity, the heavy door to Salvatore’s bedroom creaked open. Dr. Arturo stepped out, removing his spectacles and rubbing the bridge of his nose. His two assistants trailed behind him, their expressions tense and drawn.Lorenzo stood instantly. “Well?”The doctor took a deep breath. “We managed to stabilize his vitals. He’s unconscious… but for now, he’s alive.”Ivy let out a quiet breath of relief, her fingers tightening on Lorenzo’s arm. But Lorenzo was far from reassured.“What does that mean?” he asked, his voice hoarse, not with sleep but with strain. “Is he going to recover?”Arturo shook his head slowly, and for the first time, the lines of his face betrayed the truth he didn’t want to say.“Your grandfather is a very old man, Signore Lorenzo. His body is tired. Even if