**Elena’s POV**
My phone felt like a block of ice against my palm. I stared at the screen until the words began to blur into a dark, ugly smudge. Lucia’s message was a trap, and I was already falling into it. “If you tell him, you will never know the truth about who you truly married.”
What did that even mean?
Was Stefano more than a man with too many secrets and a dangerous name?
My heart pounded against my chest.
I shook my head and dragged in a slow breath, but it didn’t help. My mind felt loud and messy, like too many voices speaking at once.
How did she expect me to leave this house without Stefano knowing? It almost made me laugh.
After everything that had happened with Dante, stepping outside alone felt impossible. Fear had settled into my bones over the past days. I barel
