The flight back to the villa was a silent, grim affair. The luxurious cabin, which had once been a symbol of Alessandro’s untouchable power, now felt like a hearse carrying the living. The revelation of Gabe’s true ambition — to construct an entire fraudulent legacy — had landed with the force of a physical blow, leaving them both numb and reeling. The world outside the window, a brilliant tapestry of alpine peaks and sun-drenched clouds, was a cruel mockery of the darkness coiling in their hearts.
Isabella sat curled in her seat, her knees drawn to her chest, staring at nothing. The image of her mother, unknowingly photographed in her garden, was burned onto the back of her eyelids. Marco’s team had secured her parents, moving them to a safe house in the Swiss countryside with a level of
