The gates of Morano estate rose like a monument of power and legacy, their iron crafts shimmering under the dying light of dusk.
Every curve of the metalwork bore the history of blood, loyalty, and betrayal that had built the Morano dynasty.
Guards lined the driveway in perfect formation, their voices unified as they echoed a greeting.
"Welcome back home."
Luca's hand tightened around Alessia's.
His grip was warm, protective, commanding and yet, Alessia felt a sudden weight pressing on her chest.
The estate was home, yes, but within its walls lingered shadows she dreaded.
Her heart faltered as her mind conjured the image of the boy who had been presented as Luca's son -Lauren, What if the child was inside? What if Bianca's lie had rooted itself in her home again through the boy, her sanctuary?, what if it's another great plan out manipulations, to break she and Luca again?, or could it be the Atlans.
