Chapter 8 - Reclaiming the Future
Matteo threw open the cabin door of the private jet. Inside, two startled couriers in dark suits froze, holding a small travel bassinet containing a sleeping infant wrapped in a blue blanket.
"Step away from the child," Matteo ordered, his voice echoing through the cabin with terrifying authority.
One of the couriers reached for his jacket pocket, but a single glare from Matteo—backed by the looming threat of ruin—made him drop his hands immediately.
Liana pushed past Matteo, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. She fell to her knees in front of the bassinet, pulling the blanket back with trembling hands.
There, sleeping peacefully under the cabin lights, was a baby boy with a tiny, familiar birthmark near his shoulder.
"My baby," Liana sobbed, scooping the infant into her arms. The baby stirred, let out a soft yawn, and gripped her finger with a tiny, perfect hand.
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Matteo stood guard at the cabin door, watching the emotional reunion with a deep, heavy sigh of relief. The cold, unapproachable billionaire felt something thaw permanently inside his chest. He looked at Liana holding her son—his son, their son, united by a cruel twist of fate and an unbreakable maternal bond.
"It's over," Matteo said softly, stepping closer to wrap his strong arms around both of them, shielding them from the cold outside world. "We're going home."
