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CHAPTER 40: {The Secret Explodes}
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The doctor’s office remained silent.

Eloise sat frozen.

Her eyes stared into nothing.

The words continued replaying inside her head.

“Two of the babies belong to your husband.”

“And the third baby… does not.”

No matter how many times she heard it…

It still didn’t feel real.

Dr. Phil slowly crouched beside her.

“Mrs. Vincenzo…”

Eloise stood abruptly.

“No.”

Her voice cracked.

“There has to be a mistake.”

The doctor lowered his eyes.

“The test was repeated three times.”

“No!”

Tears rolled down her cheeks.

“No… do it again.”

“Mrs. Vincenzo—”

“Again!”

The doctor sighed heavily.

Deep down, he understood.

Anyone in her position would react the same way.

“We can repeat it if you want.”

Eloise laughed bitterly.

A broken laugh.

“It won’t change anything, will it?”

The doctor remained silent.

And silence was answer enough.

A fresh wave of tears escaped.

Her legs almost gave way.

The doctor quickly helped her sit down.

For several minutes she cried.

Quietly.

Hopelessly.

Then eventually…

She wiped her tears.

Forced herself to stand.

And walked out.

Like a woman carrying the weight of the world.

⸻

The ride back home felt endless.

The envelope containing the results sat on her lap.

Untouched.

Like a bomb waiting to explode.

Her hand rested protectively on her stomach.

Three babies.

Her babies.

And now one of them carried a truth capable of destroying everything.

Everything.

By the time she arrived at the estate…

Her tears had dried.

But the pain remained.

She entered the mansion quietly.

The house felt unusually empty.

A maid approached.

“Donna, the Don called.”

Eloise looked up.

“When?”

“About ten minutes ago.”

“What did he say?”

“He left for an urgent business trip.”

Her heart sank but at the same time she felt relief.

“How long?”

“We don’t know, ma’am.”

Eloise nodded.

Without another word, she headed upstairs.

She entered her room.

Locked the door.

Then finally collapsed onto the bed.

Holding the results tightly against her chest.

And cried.

⸻

Three weeks later…

The city police headquarters.

The moment Luca walked inside…

Every conversation stopped.

Officers stared.

Some shocked.

Some relieved.

Some suspicious.

Then suddenly—

“Luca!”

Officer Nico practically sprinted across the station.

He grabbed him by both shoulders.

“You’re here”

Luca smirked.

“Barely.”

Nico smiled, happy Luca decided to come back.

“You idiot.”

Luca laughed.

For the first time in months.

A genuine laugh.

Several officers gathered around.

Questions immediately followed.

“What happened?”

“Where have you been?”

“We thought you left because of your mom’s death”

Luca had prepared his story.

A perfect lie.

“I had an accident on my way to the hideout.”

Everyone listened carefully.

“I never reached the location.”

He touched the scar near his shoulder.

“I was in a coma.”

Gasps filled the room.

Several officers immediately looked guilty.

Especially Lieutenant Michael.

The older man slowly stepped forward.

His face filled with regret.

“Luca…”

Luca looked at him.

Michael sighed.

“Nico wanted us to search for you, he thought something was wrong.”

The room became quiet.

“But I refused.”

Guilt flashed across his face.

“I’m sorry.”

For a moment nobody spoke.

Then Luca simply nodded.

“It’s alright.”

Michael looked relieved.

Though the guilt didn’t completely leave his eyes.

Across the room…

Officer Sam and Officer Philip exchanged glances.

Neither looked convinced.

Something about Luca’s story felt wrong.

Very wrong and the fact that they didn’t hear anything from the gang again

But they said nothing.

For now.

⸻

By the end of the day…

Luca was already back to work.

Signing reports.

Reviewing cases.

Interrogating suspects.

Acting as if he’d never disappeared.

As if days of captivity had never happened.

As if he wasn’t secretly living inside a mafia mansion.

⸻

Back at the estate…

Anita stood outside the study door.

A tray balanced carefully in her hands.

Coffee.

Just the way Luca preferred it.

Her fingers tightened around the handle.

What are you doing?

The question had become familiar lately.

Far too familiar.

She stared at the closed door for several seconds.

The memory of the mysterious man’s voice echoed inside her head.

“Make him trust you.”

“Make him love you.”

At first it had sounded simple.

A task.

An assignment.

A role to play.

Now…

Nothing felt simple anymore.

Anita forced herself to knock.

“Come in.”

The moment she entered, Luca barely looked up from the report in front of him.

She silently placed the coffee beside him.

For a second she expected him to ignore her.

Instead—

“Thanks.”

Her heart skipped.

Such a small word.

Such a stupid reaction.

Immediately she turned away.

Before he could notice anything.

Before she could forget herself again.

Later that afternoon.

The training field echoed with the sound of impact.

THUD!

THUD!

THUD!

The heavy bag swung violently.

Luca’s fists moved with practiced precision.

Anita watched from the shade of a nearby tree.

A bottle of water clutched in her hands.

She wasn’t supposed to be there.

At least that was what she told herself.

Twice she tried walking away.

Twice she stopped.

This is ridiculous.

He doesn’t need you here.

Yet somehow she remained.

The moment Luca finally stepped away from the bag, breathing heavily, she found herself moving before thinking.

The water was already in front of him.

Luca glanced at the bottle.

Then at her.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“You again.”

Anita immediately regretted coming.

Heat crept into her cheeks.

“I was passing by.”

The lie sounded weak even to her own ears.

Luca looked around the empty field.

“Passing by.”

She wished the ground would open and swallow her whole.

Without another word she handed him a towel.

Their fingers brushed.

A brief touch.

Nothing more.

Yet her pulse stumbled.

She quickly pulled her hand away.

Luca noticed.

His gaze lingered for a second longer than necessary.

That made things worse.

Much worse.

Anita looked away first.

Always first.

Because every day it became harder to remember why she was here.

Harder to remember that Luca was supposed to be a target.

Not someone whose smile she waited for.

Not someone whose footsteps she could recognize from a distance.

Not someone who occupied her thoughts late at night.

Dangerous.

That was what this was.

Dangerous.

Because if Luca ever discovered the truth…

Everything would be over.

The trust she had spent weeks building.

Gone.

The strange friendship growing between them.

Gone.

And somehow…

That possibility frightened her more than the mission itself.

“You know…”

Luca’s voice pulled her from her thoughts.

Anita looked up.

“What?”

Luca folded the towel over his shoulder.

A faint smirk appearing.

“You’re always around.”

The words hit harder than they should have.

For a split second panic flashed through her.

Had he noticed?

Had she been too obvious?

Too careless?

Her stomach tightened.

But Luca simply took a drink from the bottle.

Still smiling.

“Not that I’m complaining.”

Anita forced herself to smile back.

But inside…

Her heart was anything but calm.

Because for the first time since arriving at the estate…

She wasn’t sure who was fooling who anymore.

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The next morning.

Grandma Adriana sat alone in her private sitting room.

A cup of tea rested untouched beside her.

She was reading through several business reports when her phone suddenly vibrated.

A message.

Unknown Number.

Her brows furrowed.

Normally she ignored such messages.

But something made her open it.

The moment she did—

Her entire body froze.

Attached were two photographs.

The first one showed Eloise and Kelvin lying naked in a bed.

Wrapped in white sheets.

Their faces clearly visible.

The second photo showed Eloise inside a hospital maternity ward.

Her pregnant stomach obvious beneath the medical gown.

Below the images was a short message.

"Ask yourself if the baby belongs to Enzo."

For several seconds...

Adriana couldn't breathe.

Her eyes widened.

Her hands trembled violently.

"No..."

She whispered.

The phone nearly slipped from her grasp.

"No."

She opened the first picture again.

Stared.

Zoomed in.

Every detail looked real.

Every detail.

Her heart pounded furiously.

She had spent years protecting the Vincenzo family name.

Years.

And now—

Her grandson's wife had disgraced them?

A loud crash echoed through the room.

The tea cup shattered on the floor.

Servants outside immediately jumped.

No one dared enter.

Inside...

Adriana stood trembling with rage.

Her chest rising and falling heavily.

The image burned inside her mind.

Eloise.

Another man.

A pregnant Eloise.

A message questioning the child's paternity.

Her blood boiled.

Without hesitation she grabbed her phone and dialed Enzo.

The call connected after several rings.

“Grandma?”

Enzo’s voice sounded tired.

The business trip had dragged on longer than expected.

The moment Adriana heard him, her anger surged.

“Where are you?”

Enzo frowned.

Still in Milan.”

“Come home.”

The words were sharp.

Final.

Enzo immediately sat straighter.

Something was wrong.

Very wrong.

“What happened?”

Adriana stared at the photographs again.

Her chest rising heavily.

“It’s your wife.”

Enzo’s jaw tightened.

“What about her?”

“You need to see something.”

A brief silence followed.

Then Enzo sighed.

“Send it.”

Adriana forwarded the images.

The second they left her phone, she threw the device onto the table as though it had burned her.

Miles away, Enzo’s phone vibrated.

A message.

He opened it.

The first photograph appeared.

His expression didn’t change.

Not immediately.

Then came the second.

The maternity ward.

His eyes narrowed.

Not surprise.

Calculation.

Someone knew.

Someone had found the photos.

And now they had reached grandma Adriana.

“Damn it.”

The curse escaped quietly.

His fingers tightened around the phone.

Not because of what he saw.

But because of what this could do.

Questions.

Rumors.

Attention.

The exact things he had spent months trying to avoid.

“Enzo?”

Adriana’s voice snapped through the phone.

“You’ve seen them.”

“Yes.”

His answer came too quickly.

Too calmly.

Adriana immediately noticed.

Her eyes narrowed.

“You don’t seem surprised.”

Silence.

A dangerous silence.

Then—

“Grandma…”

The way he said it told her everything.

Her face slowly drained of color.

“You knew.”

Not a question.

A statement.

Enzo rubbed his temple.

“Grandma—”

“You knew.”

The betrayal in her voice hit harder than her anger.

“And you said nothing?”

She shot to her feet.

The chair scraping loudly against the floor.

“For months I’ve been treating that girl like my granddaughter.”

“Grandma.”

“And you knew?”

Enzo closed his eyes.

This was exactly what he had wanted to avoid.

“It wasn’t that simple.”

Adriana laughed bitterly.

“It looks very simple to me.”

Her gaze dropped to the second photograph.

The maternity ward.

The visible pregnancy.

And suddenly a different realization struck her.

Her grip tightened around the phone.

“Wait.”

The room became still.

“She’s pregnant?”

Enzo cursed internally.

Of course she noticed.

Of course she would.

The old woman missed nothing.

“Grandma—”

“Pregnant.”

Her voice dropped.

Dangerously low.

“Why wasn’t I told?”

Enzo remained silent.

The silence only made things worse.

Adriana’s breathing became uneven.

“After the miscarriage…”

Her voice cracked slightly.

“I thought she couldn’t carry a child again.”

The anger disappeared for a moment.

Replaced by hurt.

Real hurt.

“You mean to tell me my grandson’s wife has been pregnant for months and nobody thought I deserved to know?”

Enzo pinched the bridge of his nose.

“We were waiting.”

“For what?”

“The right time.”

“The right time?”

Adriana almost laughed.

“You waited so long I had to find out from an anonymous photograph?”

The disappointment in her voice stung.

Even Enzo had no answer for that.

The old woman slowly sat back down.

“When were you planning to tell me?”

Enzo stared out the hotel window.

The city lights blurred together.

The truth was…

He didn’t know.

Between the affair.

The pregnancy.

The secrets.

Everything had become a mess.

And now someone else had entered the game.

Someone who wanted the family destroyed.

“Grandma.”

His voice hardened.

“Don’t confront Eloise.”

Adriana immediately frowned.

“Why?”

“Because somebody sent those photos for a reason.”

His eyes darkened.

“And I intend to find out who.”

“You better come home immediately if not I will be sending that cheap slt out”

Far away…

Inside a dark warehouse…

A shadowy figure watched the Vincenzo estate through security footage.

A slow smile spread across his face.

The seed had been planted.

Now all he had to do…

Was watch it grow.

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