Rafael's POV
I stood at the window of my penthouse office, watching the city lights flicker in the darkness below. The folder Maliya had brought from Isabella sat on my desk, its contents spread across the surface like evidence at a crime scene.
Which, I supposed, was exactly what it was.
Behind me, I could hear my team settling into their chairs around the conference table. Antonio, Marcus, Salvatore, and Russo—the men I trusted most in this world. And seated at the head of the table was Gerald Hastings, my lead attorney, the man who would help me destroy Lorenzo's fake will.
"Everyone's here, boss," Marcus said quietly.
I turned away from the window and faced them. They all looked tense, waiting to hear why I'd called an emergency meeting at nine o'clock at night.
"Thank you for co
