Lorenzo’s POV
They couldn’t be mine. Could they?
I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling as if the answer might suddenly appear there. The math wasn’t complicated—six years ago, Chiara left. The twins were about five. The timeline fit too well. Too damn well. It got me thinking… were they my kids?
But then again, Chiara couldn’t have hidden something like this without slipping up. I knew her. If they were mine, wouldn’t she have stayed? The Chiara I knew would never let an opportunity like this slip through her fingers. She had always been desperate to prove herself, to claw her way into my life, to have my love and attention. She wanted to matter to me, to the pack… and she would have done anything to get there. She would have used the kids to get to me.
I scoffed, bitternes
