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"Carlo Benedetti confessed everything." "He and Angelina were involved long before your brother died." "You've been raising another man's son while killing your own flesh and blood." "By the way," I added, "Angelina is dead." Darren's head snapped up. "What?" "When we took Carlo Benedetti, she knew the game was up." "She took poison." "As she died, she cursed you for being a blind fool." Darren completely broke down, clutching his head and sobbing. "I was wrong... I was so wrong..."

“What does that have to do with us?” “It was wired to someone with a false identity,” Dominic cut in. “Someone using the alias Sophia Romano.” Alex’s pulse spiked. “That’s not all,” Vito continued. “We’ve confirmed it—Bianca Rivas is dead. Her body was found this morning, dumped in a river outside of Greenpoint. Execution-style.” A sick silence spread. “She was the only one who knew the details of Carlo’s development deal,” Dominic said grimly. “And she vanished the same night he died.”

Bianca died at 4:17 AM. I was awake. I felt it—a strange hollowness, as if the thread connecting us since birth had been cut with scissors. I sat up in my narrow bed. I looked at my phone. No message. Just the time. At 4:23, the official call came. Dr. Castellano, crying. "Gemma," he choked. "She's gone. Multi-organ failure. We couldn't... we couldn't stabilize her."

~Valentino’s POV~ No… this cannot be real. Bianca was dead. I killed her three years ago. I gave the order myself. I watched from a distance as my men carried out her execution. I saw her body wrapped, sealed, and driven away to be disposed of. I still remembered the smell of blood in the air that night like it was just yesterday. So how was she standing here now, breathing, laughing, looking at me like death had never touched her?

The hours that Antonio Costello wasted trying to dismantle my lies while he beat every inch of my body were well spent, he might not have given me all his brilliant mind, but he had trained me with his ability to act with all mannerisms and all stance that not even a man like Sartori can read anything but a carefree man. I waited for him to start talking without stopping my movements. — Son, I have important news for you – I stopped with the dress shirt in my hand and turned to him — Bianca was killed.

A former colleague of Bianca’s—someone he vaguely recognized from a dinner Bianca once begged him to attend. She froze when she saw him. “You—You’re Enzo Marchello?” He stepped toward her. “Where is she?” The woman’s eyes widened with equal parts anger and disbelief. “You’re her fiancé?” She laughed sharply. “That’s rich. Because every newspaper in Europe thinks Lucia Ricci is your bride-to-be.” Enzo’s heart plummeted. “She’s not,” he rasped. “Bianca is.” The colleague’s expression softened—just barely. “She didn’t tell us where she was going next,” she said quietly. “But… she wasn’t well when she left. She collapsed two weeks ago. Low blood pressure. Stress.”

Langit silently observed without any expression, while Bintang, of course, could not help but feel pity. “What illness do you have?” Bintang asked curiously. Angelica looked at Bintang, then smiled as if she felt relieved that Bintang was willing to ask about her condition. “Leukemia, end stage,” Angelica replied with a faint smile, even though her face was wet with tears. Bintang was instantly shocked and covered her mouth. Langit continued to stare at Angelica, not knowing what to do either. “So, you left Sashi with me because of this illness and because you felt you wouldn’t live much longer?” Langit finally spoke after a moment of silence.

She needed it clear in case she managed to escape out of there and drive to Gio's side. After watching more of the news broadcast, which didn't seem to have anything new to report other than more small details of the possible cause and more witnesses giving their accounts of the event, Bianca finally gave in and called Felix. "Do you know anything?" she cried into the phone. "Is Gio dead?" Just saying it made it hard for her to breathe. Her mother stood next to her, stroking her hair and back. "No, but he was one of the ones rushed to the hospital. That's all I know about him. I'm getting ready to leave now. I'm flying down. Jack . . . " He paused and Bianca heard him take a trembling breath

Suddenly, a flash of cold light appeared before Bianca’s eyes. In the next moment, Bianca felt her world spin, and everything turned black. With a thud, her head rolled on the ground. The last thing Bianca saw before she died was the retreating silhouette of a Hell Guard as he sheathed his knife. She never imagined that she would lose her life while seeking revenge for her cousins. Dustin returned to the small house. Irene was quietly waiting in the chair he had left her.

I asked, my eyes boring into his dilated ones; he knew I could end his life any moment from now, but still the bastards seem pretty intent in his words. “I swear to you, Luca, I am not fucking lying to you. I'm about to die. I saved her… I took her in and led her to the hospital; if anyone else had seen her, they'd have killed her right there and... not me. I took her to your room and left her there; she never returned, man, when I checked again. She was just gone!” Angelo explained. Silence engulfed us around the loud echo of his beating heart against his ribcage, my heart flipped hearing the words he said,