"Together," he echoed, his forehead resting against mine.
Before either of us could say more, Cesare's phone rang. He glanced at it, frowned. "It's Piero."
He answered. "What's wrong?"
I couldn't hear Piero's words, but I saw Cesare's entire body go rigid.
"Where?"
A pause.
Then: "Fuck."
He closed his eyes, jaw clenched tight.
Alarm spiked through me. "What? What's wrong?"
He looked at me, and I saw something I'd never seen in his eyes before.
Real fear.
"Bianca. She just delivered documents to Viktor. Physical evidence. And Piero says whatever she gave him—it's bad enough that Viktor's already calling his lawyers."
My breath stopped. "Bianca? My sister Bianca?"
"You have another one?"
The sarcasm didn't land. My mind was reeling. "She's with Viktor? She's helping him?"
"Has been for weeks, apparently. Since before the wedding." His expression hardened. "She's the one who told him about the switch. About you. Everything."
The betrayal cut deeper than I expected. My twin sister—the person who'd drugged me, stolen my life—was now actively working to destroy me.
"What kind of documents?" I managed.
"We don't know yet. But if Viktor's moving this fast, calling lawyers, preparing motions—" He didn't finish the sentence.
He didn't have to.
The threat wasn't over.
It was just beginning.
"What do we do?" I whispered.
Cesare's hand found mine, gripped tight. "We find out what she has. Before Viktor uses it to destroy us completely."
CHAPTER 10
Cesare
The limo dropped us at the penthouse at 2:47 a.m. No time for sleep. No time for anything except damage control.
I had my phone out before we reached the elevator, thumb already dialing. "Get everyone to the penthouse. Now. I don't care what time it is."
Paola followed silently, still in her emerald dress, diamonds catching the harsh lobby lights. She looked like a queen walking into battle—exhausted, beautiful, dangerous.
The elevator ride stretched. Ninety floors felt like ninety hours.
