“Listen to you, Alberto—still drunk on your own confidence,” Rita snapped at her brother, her tone sharp with contempt. “That same damn confidence almost cost us everything. If I hadn’t thought clearly and acted in time, we’d still be rotting and living in poverty.”
Vittoria scowled. “Don’t forget—without us, you wouldn’t have been able to execute your plan.”
“You supported it because it benefited you, Vittoria,” Rita sneered smugly.
Neither Vittoria nor Alberto argued back. They simply clenched their teeth, simmering in silence.
Rita was Laura’s mother—and Rosa’s aunt on her father’s side. Carlo Bellini, Rosa’s father, had been the eldest of them all. Alberto and Rita were his half-siblings, yet Carlo had never treated them any differently. He had given them everything.
That blind tr
