(Marcello's POV)
I came home smelling of the holding cell. Bail had taken the last of my liquid assets.
The estate was quiet until metal scraped against metal inside my study.
Camilla knelt in front of the safe with a crowbar. My cash, bonds, and diamonds were already in the bag beside her.
"Going somewhere?"
She turned, saw me, and lowered the crowbar.
"You're out. I thought you'd be rotting in a cell."
"I own the warden. Or I did." I nodded at the bag. "What's that?"
She hugged it to her chest. "My severance pay for wasting years on a fool propped up by his wife."
I stopped in front of her.
"You heard me." Her grip tightened on the bag. "You thought you were a king? You're a puppet, Marcello."
Her voice rose. "She handled the money, the logistics, the plans. Without Serena, yo
