Chapter 521
Chapter 521:
Lucian dusted his hands off, as if he had just taken out the trash. He turned back toward the room.
And stopped.
He looked past the door, directly at Skye’s hiding spot.
“Enjoying the show, partner p>
Skye froze. She stepped out of the shadows. There was no point in hiding.
“You could have killed her,” Skye said. Her voice was steady, but her hands were shaking inside her pockets.
“If I wanted her dead, she would be dead,” Lucian said. “That was a lesson. Gravity applies to everyone. Even princesses p>
Footsteps sounded behind Skye.
She turned.
It was Vargo.
He held a tablet. He looked past Skye, into the room where Lucian stood.
From the open balcony door, Sofia’s wails drifted up. “Help me! He threw me off the balcony p>
Vargo walked to the railing. He looked down at the woman struggling to pull herself out of the pool.
Then he looked at Lucian. “Boss. The audit team found something. In the attic p>
Lucian’s eyes narrowed. “What p>
“A hidden room. And a resident p>
Skye stared at him. A resident?
“Who?” Lucian demanded.
“Elena Moretti,” Vargo said. “Giovanni’s wife. The one everyone said died ten years ago p>
Skye felt a chill that had nothing to do with the air conditioning.
Lucian walked out of the bedroom. He stopped next to Skye.
“You see?” he whispered. “That is the bloodline you are afraid of. They eat their own young and hide their old p>
Skye looked down at the pool. Security guards were finally hauling Sofia out. She looked like a drowned rat, shivering and sobbing on the concrete.
𝗘𝗑𝖼𝘭𝘂s𝗶𝘷e n𝗼vе𝘭s 𝗼ո 𝗯e𝗹𝘯o𝘃𝖾𝗹ѕ.𝖼𝗼𝗆
“She’ll hate you for this,” Skye said. “And she’ll hate you p>
“Hate is a fuel,” Lucian said. “She’ll burn nicely p>
He touched Skye’s cheek. His fingers were cold.
“Go back to bed, Skye. Tomorrow we start the audit. I want to know where Giovanni buried the bodies p>
He walked past her, toward the stairs.
Skye stood alone in the hallway. She looked at the wet footprints Vargo had left behind.
She realized then that in this house, falling was the easy part.
It was the landing that killed you.
The next morning, the Moretti estate felt like a mausoleum.
The silence was heavy, broken only by the efficient sounds of Graves’ team dismantling the life of the previous owners. Paintings were taken down. Rugs were rolled up. The history of the Moretti family was being erased, box by box.
Sofia had been taken to a private clinic. A “nervous breakdown,” the official story went. Skye knew the truth: bruised ribs and a bruised ego, soaking in a chemically induced sleep.
Lucian had left before dawn. He was at the casino, dealing with the fallout of the fire and the transition. He had left Vargo behind to “guard” Skye.
Guard. Watch. Warden.