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Luca’s uncle had attended his brother’s funeral.

That was the first thing Luca told me.

Not that Matteo Moretti had helped raise him after his father died.

Not that Matteo had served as the Moretti family’s financial adviser for twenty-three years.

Not that Luca trusted him enough to hold signing authority over companies worth hundreds of millions of dollars.

The funeral.

That was what mattered.

“He carried my brother’s casket,” Luca said.

We sat in the hotel suite at two in the morning, the laptop open between us.

I didn’t speak.

Some betrayals didn’t need commentary.

Adrian continued digging through the files.

Halcyon Holdings had been created nine years earlier.

One year before Luca’s brother was killed.

Payments flowed through it from gambling businesses, construction companies and charitable organizations.

Millions.

Maybe hundreds of millions.

My mother’s foundation was only one piece.

“We need to know why they wanted the foundation,” I said.

Luca was standing by the window.

“The foundation is legitimate.”

“Exactly.”

He looked at me.

I pulled up its annual reports.

“Mom built partnerships with hospitals, shelters, universities and international relief organizations. Money moves constantly.”

“Clean money.”

“Trusted money.”

Adrian nodded.

“Perfect laundering channel.”

My stomach turned.

My mother had created the foundation after surviving an abusive first marriage before she met my father.

She had never hidden that story from me.

She wanted women with nowhere to go to have somewhere.

A bed.

A lawyer.

A train ticket.

A second chance.

And after she died, my father had turned her legacy into a washing machine for criminals.

“Damian marrying me gives him what?” I asked.

“Legal proximity,” Adrian said. “Potential board access. Depending on your bylaws, spousal authority in an emergency.”

I stared at the screen.

Then I remembered the papers waiting beside the altar.

“The transfer documents.”

Luca turned.

“What exactly were you supposed to sign?”

“I don’t know. My father said control of the accounts.”

“Did you see the papers?”

“Briefly.”

“What did they look like?”

I closed my eyes.

Cream-colored folder.

Blue tabs.

Signature flags.

And one heading.

“I saw ‘irrevocable proxy.’”

Adrian swore softly.

Luca’s expression darkened.

“They weren’t buying a bride,” he said.

“They were buying my vote.”

“And your legal authority.”

A knock sounded.

Three slow knocks.

Luca’s hand went instantly to his gun.

Adrian shut the computer.

“Who knows we’re here?” I whispered.

“My men.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

Luca moved toward the door.

One of his guards spoke from the hallway.

“Boss. It’s Matteo.”

I looked at Luca.

The transformation was chilling.

Whatever grief had been visible disappeared.

His face became completely neutral.

“Let him in.”

“Luca—”

He looked at me.

“Follow my lead.”

The door opened.

Matteo Moretti entered like a favorite uncle arriving late to Christmas dinner.

Silver hair.

Expensive coat.

Warm smile.

He carried no visible weapon.

“Jesus Christ,” he said, looking at Luca. “Do you understand what the city is saying?”

Then he saw me.

His performance was excellent.

Surprise.

Concern.

Recognition.

“Ms. Bennett.”

“Mr. Moretti.”

He looked between us.

“Damian has half his organization searching for you.”

“I’m aware.”

Matteo turned to Luca.

“You need to send her somewhere neutral before this becomes a bloodbath.”

Luca poured another glass of water.

“Neutral where?”

“I can arrange a safe house.”

“No.”

Matteo frowned.

“No?”

“She stays where she chooses.”

His uncle studied him.

Then me.

“That’s admirable. But this situation is bigger than personal freedom tonight.”

There it was.

A softer version of my father.

A more sophisticated cage.

I smiled.

“My personal freedom seems to be what everyone keeps forgetting.”

Matteo’s eyes settled on me.

“Your father is terrified.”

“He should be.”

His expression shifted for half a heartbeat.

Interesting.

Luca saw it too.

“I spoke with Victor,” Matteo said.

“When?”

“Twenty minutes ago.”

“Why?”

“He called me.”

I leaned against the table.

“How does my father have your private number?”

Silence.

Not much.

A fraction.

But enough.

“We’ve done business.”

“What kind?”

Matteo’s gaze moved to Luca.

“She’s had a traumatic night.”

I almost smiled.

When men wanted women quiet, they loved calling them emotional.

“I’m perfectly capable of asking a question.”

Matteo’s face hardened.

“Foundation development projects. Years ago.”

“Which ones?”

“I don’t remember.”

“You don’t remember multimillion-dollar business with Victor Bennett?”

Luca took a slow drink of water.

Matteo noticed.

“What is this?”

“Conversation,” Luca said.

“With interrogation lights missing.”

Matteo laughed.

Nobody else did.

Then his eyes flicked toward the laptop.

Just once.

Enough.

“Did she bring something?”

Luca set down his glass.

“What would she bring?”

Matteo smiled.

“I don’t know. That’s why I asked.”

I reached into my pocket.

His gaze followed my hand.

I pulled out nothing but the hotel key card.

“You seem nervous.”

His warmth vanished.

“I’m trying to prevent a war.”

“No,” I said. “You’re trying to find out what I took from the chapel.”

Matteo looked at Luca.

“Get her under control.”

The room became silent.

Luca’s expression changed.

“My uncle,” he said quietly, “you have approximately three seconds to reconsider that sentence.”

Matteo blinked.

I didn’t.

For the first time that night, I understood something essential about Luca Moretti.

People were afraid of him because he could be violent.

But people followed him because he had rules.

And apparently one of those rules was that I did not belong to him either.

Matteo recovered.

“I meant calm her down.”

“She seems calm.”

“She is accusing me.”

“I noticed.”

“Luca.”

“Why does Halcyon Holdings list you as an authorized controller?”

The blood left Matteo’s face.

There it was.

No denial.

No confusion.

Just shock.

Luca stepped closer.

“I asked you a question.”

Matteo looked at me.

Then at the computer.

“You opened the files.”

“You knew they existed,” I said.

Matteo’s jaw tightened.

“Victor is a fool.”

“That we agree on.”

His eyes sharpened.

“You don’t understand what your father has protected you from.”

“My father sold me.”

“To keep you alive.”

That stopped me.

Luca stopped too.

“What does that mean?”

Matteo exhaled.

“Damian wasn’t marrying her because he wanted a pretty wife or foundation access.”

“Then why?”

Matteo looked directly at me.

“Because your mother left you something nobody else can access.”

I laughed bitterly.

“My mother left me the foundation.”

“No.”

“What, then?”

“A trust.”

I shook my head.

“I know about her estate.”

“You know about the public estate.”

My pulse changed.

Matteo continued.

“Your mother discovered what Victor was doing years before she died.”

The room seemed to tilt.

“That’s impossible.”

“She built a failsafe.”

“What kind?”

“A private holding structure. Assets. Records. Ownership interests.”

“How much?”

Matteo looked at Luca.

Then back at me.

“Approximately one hundred and eighty million dollars.”

I stopped breathing.

“No.”

“It activates when you turn twenty-nine.”

My birthday was six days away.

Suddenly the wedding date made perfect sense.

The urgency.

The locked doors.

The proxy.

The threats.

Matteo continued.

“Once activated, you become controlling beneficiary.”

“Of what?”

His answer changed everything.

“Companies Damian believes belong to him.”

Luca went completely still.

And Matteo whispered the rest.

“Your mother spent fifteen years secretly buying pieces of the Vale empire.”