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Chapter 3: Three Men and a Lie At exactly eight o'clock, the cold Dante Moretti was back. He stood at the head of a long table in the dining room, flawless in a black suit, with no trace of the tired man from the night before. Three men sat on one side. Isla sat alone on the other, a ledger open in front of her and her pulse going too fast. "Miss Vance will be auditing our books," Dante said. "She has full access. Anyone who obstructs her answers to me." Nobody moved. "This is Luca Bellandi, my consigliere." A silver-haired man in his fifties gave Isla a polite, unreadable nod. "Enzo Ricci, who manages our finances." A nervous, balding man dabbed his forehead with a handkerchief. "And my cousin, Vittorio." Vittorio Moretti smiled at her like sunlight on a knife. He was handsome, with dark curls and an easy grin, and he took her hand and kissed the back of it. "A pleasure, bella. I wondered why my cousin was so secretive. Now I understand." Isla pulled her hand back. "I'm here t

Chapter 5: His Fiancée"A gala?" Isla stared at him. "Someone just threatened my brother, and you want me to go to a party?""Not a party." Dante straightened his cuffs. "A trap."They stood in his study, the afternoon light slanting across the desk. Luca Bellandi was there too, silent, his hands folded. Isla didn't trust that silence."Every year, the Moretti family hosts a charity ball," Dante said. "All the families come. Every ally. Every rival. Whoever's behind this will be in that room, and they'll want to see how you react." He met her eyes. "You'll stand beside me where everyone can see you. Where they'll know you're protected.""As what? Your accountant?""As my fiancée."The world went very quiet."Your what?""Fiancée." He said it plainly, like a weather report. "No one touches the woman Dante Moretti intends to marry. Not unless they want a war.""That's insane," Isla said weakly. "Nobody will believe it.""They'll believe it if you let them." He stepped closer, and she sm

Chapter 7: What the Blood RemembersThe shooter was gone by the time Dante's men swept the grounds. One bullet had lodged in the terrace wall. The other had grazed Dante's upper arm.He refused a doctor."Sit," Isla ordered.They were in his bathroom, a vast space of black marble, with a first aid kit open on the counter. Dante sat on the edge of the tub with his shirt unbuttoned and his sleeve rolled back, glaring at nothing."It's a scratch.""It's a hole." She wrung out a cloth in warm water. "Hold still.""I've been shot before.""Then you should know to hold still."He opened his mouth. He shut it. Isla bit back a smile and began to clean the wound.It was strangely intimate, the quiet room, the soft light, her fingers on his bare skin. He watched her face the whole time, never once looking at his arm."Does it hurt?" she asked."Not much.""Liar."Dante almost laughed. It came out as a short, surprised breath. "You're brave, you know," he said. "Most people tremble in this house

Chapter 9: The Boy at the WindowIsla did not remember sitting down. One moment she was holding the photograph by the desk, and the next she was in the leather chair by the window with the frame in her lap, and Dante was standing in the middle of the study with his hands at his sides, like a man waiting to hear his sentence."Start at the beginning," she said. Her voice sounded thin and far away. "Leave nothing out. If I catch you lying, I walk out that door and I don't come back.""Understood."He didn't sit. He crossed to the window instead and looked out at the garden, and for a long moment she thought he wouldn't speak at all."My father hired your mother when I was eight," he said at last. "She was supposed to be a housekeeper. Within a week, she had become something else. My mother was already sick by then, in and out of hospitals, and my father was... my father. He believed a boy should be raised like a soldier. Your mother believed a boy should be fed and listened to."A faint