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That’s all that mattered right now. But as I got closer to the wing, something felt off. The air was too still, and there was a faint sound like pages rustling. I slowed my steps, my senses sharpening. The healer’s wing was supposed to be quiet, especially at this hour. No one was supposed to be in there except the healers and Zuleika. I crept closer, sticking to the shadows, and that’s when I saw her. Camilla. She was in the small library attached to the healer’s wing, her back to me, frantically flipping through books on the shelf. Her phone was pressed to her ear, and she was muttering something I couldn’t quite catch. My blood boiled. What the hell was she doing here?

Except this one’s not just any woman. Camile Anderson. Argentina. Three years ago. I was alone, angry, drunk, trying to run from thoughts of Viola when we’d just broken up. Camile was… there. Pretty, dad’s assistant, and too easy to fall into when I was empty. I told her it was one night. She agreed. But then she wanted more. I said no. She didn’t like that answer. So why now? I stare at the screen, jaw tight. Then I call.

Ariana ran her fingers along the spines absentmindedly, stopping occasionally to pull one out and glance at it. Across the aisle, Cami watched her for a moment. The way she tilted her head slightly when she read the back cover. The way her expression shifted when something caught her interest. It was small. But it was familiar. And that— that mattered more than anything she could’ve said. Cami turned her attention back to the shelf in front of her, picking up a book without really looking at it. “You’re doing it again,” she said. Ariana looked up. “What?”

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“You once told me a Caro woman must be the calm in the storm. But what if she’s the storm itself?” Camila set her glass down, fingers trembling slightly, the porcelain clinking with deceptive gentleness. Her gaze moved past Elise, briefly catching her own reflection—an older version of herself, faded by decades spent managing family interests, orchestrating alliances, and quietly steering the intricate politics between Caro influence and D’Amaro power. Camila Caro wasn’t just the perfect hostess; she was the architect behind the family’s survival. She arranged strategic marriages, mediated tense negotiations, and when needed, summoned men like Matteo D’Amaro directly—because she understood t

Then I leaned back slowly in my chair. Andrea fascinated me. Not because she worked for some famous magazine. Not because she challenged me. But because she felt like a contradiction. Strong yet wounded. Calm yet constantly tense. Open one second and unreachable the next. There was a story hidden behind her eyes. A painful one. And for the first time in years…. I genuinely wanted to know someone’s story before they offered it to me.

On his desk were scattered documents, pens, and a cold cup of coffee, but what caught my attention was a thick brown folder lying in the middle of the table. My hand reached for it. On the cover of the folder, it read: Vitale - López Marriage Agreement I opened it. The first page, the second, the third. "Hereby, the first party (the Vitale Family) and the second party (the López Family) agree to bind in marriage Luca Vitale with the eldest daughter of the López Family, namely Camila López..." I turned to the next page. "After the marriage is solemnized, Camila López will be taken to Italy and reside at the Vitale Family residence in Rome..."

"What was her name before that." Enzo's silence answered before his words did. "Elisa Greco," he said. "Camilla's mother was Alessandro Greco's granddaughter." I felt the floor of everything I thought I understood shift beneath me at once. Three houses, not two, had been bound together this entire time, and somehow none of us had seen it until a message on a phone forced the truth into daylight. I thought of every dinner I had shared at the Marchetti estate, every conversation with Camilla about her family's history, and realized how much of it must have been built on the same silence Salvatore had spent thirty years perfecting.

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No word willing to come out from my lips but his eyes held some weird power that made me slightly shook my head in response. “Because every single person in the mansion seems to get along with you. You treated them nicely, and you never see them as a person that works for us, instead, they are family for you. Remember how Andrea became clingy to you the first time you met her in the ice-cream café? She found comfort around you in a short time and turned to a chatty box. You bring light to everyone, including me the one that used to be broken. You are love and the name suit you perfectly. You bring light to everyone”