Dante’s POV
As I sat in my study, focused on work, a loud explosion shook the entire mansion. The walls trembled, and the chandelier above swayed violently.
I shot up from my chair. An attack.
Without wasting a second, I ran towards Olivia’s room. My heart pounded, not from fear, but from urgency. When I burst through the door, I found her standing there, wide-eyed, clutching her stomach.
"Dante… what was that?" she asked, her voice laced with worry.
"No time to explain," I said, grabbing her wrist gently but firmly. "Come with me."
She resisted. "I need to know what’s happening!"
I exhaled sharply. "Olivia, don’t be stubborn. You and the baby’s safety come first."
I led her through the hidden passageway inside the mansion and opened the door to a secure underground room. It was bu
