Inside the Santoro Manor, Theodore sat alone in his room, his palm resting against his temple, fingers slightly curled as though he were trying to hold his thoughts in place before they spiral out of control.The curtains were drawn halfway, allowing thin streaks of fading daylight to slip into the room, casting long shadows across the polished floor.For a long time, he had chased one goal, which was getting close to Greg, earning his trust, and finally using that connection to drag Dante straight into Greg’s trap.It had seemed like a perfect plan at the beginning. Calculated and precise, but now, as he sat there replaying everything in his head, he had realized he had made a big mistake.Every plan he had carefully designed to hook Dante had failed—each one worse than the last.They had collapsed completely, leaving behind consequences he had never prepared for. However, what frustrated Theodore the most was not just the failure, but how close he had come each time. Close enough t

“What have I gotten myself into?”Bianca’s voice came out in a shaky whisper as she let out a long, heavy sigh. The weight on her chest refused to lift, no matter how many times she tried to calm herself.Her fingers trembled slightly as she pressed them against her temple, as if she could physically push away the storm of thoughts raging inside her head.She had tried. Only God knows she had tried.Every plan she had come up with, every step she had taken, all of it had led to nothing. Absolutely nothing. Dante was always ahead. Always one step beyond her reach, like a shadow she could see but never touch.It frustrates her.To Greg, however, none of that mattered.In his eyes, her failure meant only one thing: she wasn’t serious.Bianca clenched her jaw as the memory of their last meeting resurfaced, sharp and unpleasant.According to him, her inability to deliver results meant betrayal. He has concluded that Bianca had practically accused her of rebelling against him.The thought a

Bianca flung the phone onto the bed, her chest rising and falling with sharp, uneven breaths.Frustration burned through her, hot and restless, refusing to settle. She dragged both hands through her hair, pacing the room, her steps quick, almost frantic.She had called Giulia four times already. Four times, yet no answer.That alone was enough to unsettle her, but what truly gnawed at her was the thought creeping in at the back of her mind, growing louder with every second.Or has she found out herself?Bianca froze mid-step. Her stomach twisted painfully at the possibility. If Giulia had discovered the truth on her own, then everything would be over. Their friendship would be ruined.“No, no, that can’t happen,” she muttered under her breath, shaking her head as if she could physically push the thought away.She couldn’t let that happen. She wouldn’t.If Giulia was going to find out, then it had to be from her. It had to be her voice, her confession, not from someone else.Bianca wen

As soon as Santoro dismissed everyone after delivering his judgment on Theodore, the atmosphere in the manor shifted. Conversations died instantly, replaced by a heavy silence that clung to the walls. No one dared to linger.Anita didn’t wait.The moment she was certain no one was watching her too closely, she turned and walked away as fast as she could without drawing attention. Her steps were controlled and measured, but inside, everything was falling apart.She reached her room, shut the door behind her, and locked it and then slumped on the comfy bed.A choked sob tore through her chest as she staggered backward, her knees giving out as she sank onto the bed. The tears she had been holding back spilled all at once, hot and uncontrollable.She pressed her palm against her mouth, trying to muffle the sound, but it only made her breathing more uneven.Her brother was gone. Banished.The word echoed in her mind. Theodore has been cast out from the family as though he had never belong

It was exactly six o’clock in the morning when the uproar began at Milan International Airport.At first, it was nothing more than a ripple of raised voices near the entrance and hurried footsteps echoing across the polished floors.However, within minutes, the tension spread like wildfire. Travelers paused mid-step, conversations died mid-sentence, and confusion settled heavily in the air.Then came the police.Armed officers stormed into the terminal with a sense of urgency that instantly silenced whatever normalcy remained. Their presence was commanding and unsettling. Some passengers instinctively stepped back, clutching their luggage tighter, while others craned their necks, trying to catch a glimpse of what was happening.“Everyone, please remain calm,” one officer called out, though his tone carried no reassurance, only authority.Airport staff froze behind their counters. Security personnel exchanged uncertain glances. Something was wrong, terribly wrong.Without wasting a se