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Roman slid into his car, started the engine, and drove off without another look. A slight sob escaped Klara’s lips. She stood still. Alone. Broken. And utterly useless. ********** Roman walked into the quiet mansion to a silence that felt wrong. He moved upstairs with an aura that sent chills around the house. When he reached the top of the stairs, he heard the sound of a door unlock and his mother stepped into view. Her eyes were swollen and red, her collar bones more visible than he remembered. She looked lost and tired. “Hi, Mom.” He said softly.

MARIA POV The red emergency lights of the foyer pulsed like a dying heart, casting long, rhythmic shadows across the marble floor. I stood my ground, the silver letter opener clutched in a white-knuckled grip. Beside me, my mother—the true Matriarch of the De La Fonte name—was a pillar of fragile, ancient steel. Vincenzo Moreno didn't look like a king anymore. He looked like a man realizing the foundation he’d built on lies was made of salt, and the tide was finally coming in.

"Adrian Romano. Of all people." "Mum..." I whispered. Her laugh was humorless and cold. "You don't realize his family has been at war with us for decades now, do you? His father tried to bleed us dry. His uncles put bullets in your grandfather's men. The Romano name is poison, Rue. And you—" she gestured at me wildly, "—you've been sleeping with him?" I flinched. Mum stared at me, her chest rising and falling. For the first time in years, she looked genuinely shaken. "God help me, Rue. You're in over your head."

Longer hide inside my chest. My mind is in turmoil. Viktor just mentioned his mother, Mrs Romano. I have heard rumors about her and also seen her on TV a couple times. She is said to be a strong willed woman, a traditionalist who ruled the domestic side of the family with a ruthlessness which matched her husband’s — and now her son’s. If she’s here because of me — because her son married a nobody, then I am about to be dropped into a pit of vipers, and every single one of them will be looking for reasons to tear me into a million pieces.

Everything is so minimalist yet elegant; whoever picked this must have great taste. "Tesoro mio, sei a casa!" A shrill voice drifts our way. I turn to face a middle-aged woman who looks like the female version of Dante. Her black hair is styled in a short wolf cut that gives her a chic look, and I recognize her immediately as Florence Romano, Dante's mother. She spreads out her hands, a radiant smile on her face as she beams up at him.

The officer continued, "I want to be an ordinary child. I want to eat the pulled pork you make." Mom stared at the plastic parts. The "honest green light" she had believed in so deeply turned out to be nothing more than a cheap toy. Because of this toy, she had spoiled Daniel for ten years, and because of that damned red light, she tortured me for ten years. Mom started laughing. It was a harsh, eerie laugh that sounded ugly. "It's fake… All of it is fake… I killed my most honest child and spoiled a liar."

But he was already gone, slipping away while Daggy stood helpless in the corridor with her crying daughter and no idea how to fix any of the broken pieces of her life. The nurses came out ten minutes later with Mitchell between them, her legs barely holding her up, and the look on her mother's face told Daggy everything she needed to know. Her father was dead. Lincoln was in a palace cell for crimes she wasn't sure he'd committed. Dynan knew about Britty and was probably already planning his next move. Daggy held her mother and daughter while they all cried together in the hospital hallway, and she wondered if this was rock bottom or if there was still further to fall.

"That woman didn't just insult Ms. Morrigan by calling her a motherless child. She also said Ms. Sienna was just some bastard picked off the streets. Ms. Morrigan may have been harsh, but she was only teaching her a lesson to set an example!" Mom frowned but said nothing. Morrigan took the opportunity to cling to her arm and shake it gently. "Mom, I did it for you and Sienna." And so, Mom patted Morrigan's hand and cast a cold glance at the bouquet. "You weren't wrong to do that. If anything, you should have been harsher with such trash." She summoned the butler and instructed, "Throw it to the dogs." In despair, I watched my mutilated remains being tossed into the kennel. Mom, however, quic

Maybe if I kept on telling myself that, I would start accepting it. "I have been with a good share of women, Ayla; I know I am not a good person." I felt a slight stab in my broken heart, imagining him being with other women. I had seen some before he left for Memphis, but it never once affected me. I didn't know what had changed now as he was talking about them. "But I would never lure a woman into a marriage that I had even the slightest doubt that it would not last. My point is, Roman is just a fucker; he only cares for himself and Catarina." It was the first time he was referring to his mother by her first name.

She'd even sworn that Elliot would love her no matter what she looked like. And now? She had literally turned into the one person Elliot had always wanted most, his own mother. Yet, here he was… doing everything he could to drive her away. I couldn't resist stirring the pot. "Elliot, how can you say that? She's your beloved Diana and your mom. That's two of your favorite people rolled into one. Shouldn't you like her even more now?" Her face twisted in fury. One would even suspect she could hear my conversation with the system as she spat, "I knew it. You're the one behind all of this! Amber Loft, who were you talking to just now?