The villa felt colder than usual, the weight of betrayal hanging heavy in the air. Elena paced the length of the war room, the faces of those she trusted flashing in her mind, questions swirling like smoke around her.

“Who else knows?” she muttered, voice barely above a whisper.

Enzo appeared silently behind her, his presence a grounding force. “Only a few. But that’s enough to make them nervous.”

She turned, eyes fierce. “We can’t afford any more mistakes. Not now.”

They poured over the intercepted messages again, piecing together the network of lies. Every new detail deepened the mystery and raised more questions.

Later, Elena met privately with Lorenzo....