Chapter 5 - THE FINAL VERDICT OF THE VESCARI EMPIRE
The floodlights shifted away from the trench, locking onto the terrace like the crosshairs of a sniper rifle.
Vivienne backed away, her hands flying to her mouth, her manicured nails digging into her skin. “He’s lying! The boy is delusional! That trashy maid brainwashed him!”
Matteo stood up slowly from the mud.
He didn't run. He didn't shout. He walked toward the house with the slow, terrifying inevitability of an avalanche. His custom suit was soaked and ruined, his hands stained with earth and blood, his eyes burning with a demonic, ice-cold fury.
The guards didn't wait for an order. Two massive enforcers stepped onto the terrace, grabbing Vivienne by her designer silk arms and dragging her down the steps into the mud before Matteo’s feet.
“Matteo, please!” Vivienne shrieked, her aristocratic composure entirely evaporating as she clawed at the wet grass. “We’re getting married! We’re family! You can’t do this to me!”
“Family?” Matteo’s voice was a lethal whisper that cut through the howling wind. “You poisoned my son. You tried to bury my son alive. And you dared touch the only person in this godforsaken estate who actually loved him.”
Matteo turned his gaze toward Elena, who was wrapped in a thermal blanket held by one of the medics. He gave her a solemn, profound nod of respect—the first true sign of reverence he had ever shown a human being outside his own blood.
Then he looked back down at Vivienne.
“You wanted my empire, Vivienne?” Matteo said coldly, signaling to his chief enforcer. “You’ll get a small piece of it. Deep down in the ground, right where you tried to leave them.”
As Vivienne’s piercing screams echoed across the sealed city of Chicago, drowned out by the roar of the storm, the Vescari estate finally began to heal.
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Gabriel walked over to Elena, his small hand slipping into her warm, steady palm. He looked up at her, offering a tiny, fragile smile.
Elena knelt down, wrapped her arms around the boy, and for the first time in her life, she wasn't invisible. She was home.
