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“Don’t Sign It Yet!” the Maid’s Daughter Cried—And Seconds Later, the Mafia Boss Heard His Wife’s Voice for the First Time in Three Years. / Chapter 8 / 15

Chapter 8 - The Reckoning Above

Back in the grand ballroom, chaos had given way to absolute control.

Dominic stood near the shattered display of white roses, his weapon holstered, watching as estate security guards pinned Charles Bellamy to the floor. Isabella stood near the center of the room, her ivory dress stained with fallen petals, her face twisted in bitter defiance as two armed guards locked heavy steel zip-ties around her wrists.

"You think you've won?" Isabella hissed, glaring at Dominic. "Vincent's entire empire is legally entangled with my family trusts. Without my signature, the federal indictments are going to hit his shipping ports by Monday morning."

Dominic stepped closer, offering a cold, mocking smile. "Isabella, sweetheart, you fundamentally misunderstand how my cousin operates. Vincent doesn't care about the ports anymore. He cares about his wife."

Heavy footsteps echoed from the service elevator corridor.

The entire ballroom fell silent. All eyes turned toward the archway as Vincent Moretti emerged from the depths of the mansion.

He wasn't alone.

Wrapped in Vincent’s heavy black cashmere coat, looking pale and fragile but standing upright on her own two feet, Sofia Moretti walked into the light of the grand ballroom.

Gasps rippled through the gathered staff and remaining attendants. Grace Carter covered her mouth with her hands, tears streaming down her face, while little Emily peeked out from behind her mother’s skirt with a wide, triumphant grin.

Isabella’s face drained of all color. The foundation of her entire three-year conspiracy crumbled into dust before her eyes.

Vincent walked Sofia to a velvet armchair near the fireplace, ensuring she was seated comfortably before turning his attention back to the room. He didn't yell. He didn't make grand threats. His voice was cold, quiet, and absolutely lethal.

"Dominic," Vincent said softly.

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"Pack them both up. Ship Bellamy and Isabella to the federal prosecutors in Manhattan with every single encrypted drive, financial ledger, and confession file we pulled from the sub-level." Vincent paused, his dark eyes locking onto Isabella one last time. "Let the legal system do what it does best. And make sure they never see daylight again."

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