The collapse of Aaliyah's old band didn't happen quietly—
it unfolded in real time, across every platform, every headline, every television segment.
And for the first time since the chaos began, it wasn't Aaliyah under attack.
It was them.
The first blow hit early that morning.
A massive legal report dropped online, confirming the band was now facing multiple lawsuits for defamation, emotional damage, breach of contract, and falsified statements. Screenshots of lies, internal messages, and manipulated footage from past performances erupted across social media like wildfire.
Comment sections flipped instantly.
Fans who once doubted Aaliyah were now demanding the band's immediate cancellation.
"THEY LIED ON HER."
"PAY UP."
"#TeamAaliyah FOREVER."
For the first time, justice didn't feel imaginary—it felt loud.
And that was when Måneskin made their move.
Not just Damiano—
the entire band stepped up together.
A formal joint statement appeared on all their accounts, signed by each member.
They didn't hold back.
"Aaliyah has been subjected to months of targeted harassment and falsehoods.
We stand fully with her—publicly and privately.
We condemn the actions of the individuals responsible."
It was strong.
Sharp.
Unapologetic.
Italy shook again.
Damiano watched the reactions on his phone, but he didn't smile. Not even a little.
His jaw was tight, his shoulders tense. Something was wrong—but he wouldn't say what yet.
Meanwhile, Winona—Aaliyah's mother—arrived in Rome like a storm disguised as elegance.
Cameras swarmed her outside the hotel.
She didn't hide.
She didn't run.
Winona: "You want to talk about my daughter? Fine. Let's talk."
Reporter: "Do you believe Aaliyah is emotionally unstable?"
Winona: laughs coldly "My daughter is stronger than any of you behind those cameras."
Reporter: "Is Damiano responsible for the stress she's under?"
Winona: "Damiano is the only reason she's still standing. Next question."
Reporter: "What about the accusations from her ex–band?"
Winona: "Those girls will answer to the law. That's all."
Her voice cut through the pandemonium like a blade.
For the first time, the crowd backed off.
Inside the apartment, Aaliyah watched the clip with a hand over her mouth.
Aaliyah: "My mom… oh my god…"
Damiano: "She's incredible."
Aaliyah: "She's terrifying."
Damiano: soft chuckle "That too."
But the warmth faded quickly.
Because Damiano's phone buzzed again—and this time, it wasn't news.
He stepped aside to read the message, but Aaliyah could already see the shift in his expression:
his shoulders stiffened, and his eyes darkened with something like fear.
Aaliyah: "What happened?"
Damiano: "It's nothing."
Aaliyah: "Damiano."
Damiano: hesitates "…It's the label."
Silence.
Aaliyah: "…What about them?"
Damiano: "They want to meet. Tonight."
Aaliyah: "Why?"
Damiano: "Because they think all of this—your ex-band, the scandals, the baby—could jeopardize the next album cycle."
Aaliyah went cold.
Aaliyah: "So what? They want you to pretend I don't exist?"
Damiano: "…I don't know what they want."
Aaliyah: "Damiano."
Damiano: "Aaliyah, please… not right now."
But he wouldn't look at her.
Not fully.
Not the way he always did.
And that was the moment she realized:
This wasn't just about the media anymore.
Or the ex-band.
Or the lawsuits.
Or Italy's divided opinions.
This time, the problem wasn't outside.
It was Damiano.
Something was happening behind his eyes—something he didn't want her to know yet.
The world was finally defending her.
Her mother was fighting for her.
Måneskin had publicly chosen her side.
But now?
It was Damiano she was afraid of losing.