The villa was quiet, but the air inside was thick with unspoken tension. Elena moved through the halls like a ghost, her thoughts racing faster than her footsteps. The recent battles had left scars deeper than flesh and bone—scars that threatened to tear apart everything she and Enzo had fought for.

She paused outside the study door, hearing murmured voices from within. Lorenzo and Enzo. Something urgent. Something dangerous.

Taking a steadying breath, she entered.

The two men looked up, surprise flickering in their eyes before hardening into focus.

“Elena,” Lorenzo began, “we have a problem. The traitor we exposed was only the surface. There’s someone higher up—someone pulling strings...