The baby was meant to change everything. Instead, it exposed a secret powerful enough to bring an empire to its knees overnight.

it.

Because once upon a time, I knew every expression Luca Moretti wore before he even realized he was wearing it.

“You think I wanted that life for us?” he asked quietly.

I laughed.

A broken laugh.

The kind that comes from wounds that never healed.

“Wanted it?”

I stared at him.

“Luca, I watched men bleed in our home.”

Nobody breathed.

“I watched bodyguards continue reading …