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The Language of Broken Shadows Donna Elena Bellini did not look at my face; she looked at my hands. / Chapter 2 / 10

Chapter 2 - The Facade of the Perfect Fiancée

Nico Bellini was a man designed to command space. Standing over six feet two inches, with sharp, aristocratic features, dark hair swept back, and eyes the color of a winter sea, he carried the weight of the city's largest criminal empire on his tailored shoulders. Yet, the moment he crossed the threshold of his mother’s room, the cold aura of the mafia Don vanished, replaced by the devotion of a son.

"Mamma," Nico murmured, leaning down to press a respectful kiss against Donna Elena's forehead. He then looked at me, his sharp gaze assessing my posture, my expression, and the distance between me and his mother. "Has she been eating, Clara?"

"She has, Don Bellini," I replied evenly, keeping my hands folded in front of my apron. "She prefers the broth from the lower kitchen. It reminds her of Palermo."

A ghost of a smile touched his lips, but it was quickly erased by a high-pitched, melodic voice entering from the hallway.

"Nico, darling! You didn't wait for me!"

Bianca Rosetti floated into the room like a vision in white silk. She was breathtakingly beautiful—tall, slender, with golden hair and a smile that had captivated every high-society magazine in the state. But as she approached Donna Elena, I noticed the slight tension in her jaw, the way her eyes darted to the wooden communication board on the side table with pure disgust.

"Hello, Donna Elena," Bianca said, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness as she bent down to pat the older woman's hand.

Donna Elena instantly stiffened, pulling her hand away under the pretense of adjusting her shawl.

Bianca’s smile faltered for a microsecond before she turned to me, her eyes hardening into icy chips. "Maid. Go fetch some sparkling water with lemon. And make sure the glass is actually clean this time."

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The ambulance siren wailed in the distance, a rising shriek that cut through the rainy night like a knife. I didn't wait for them. I held Arianne against my chest, feeling the terrifyingly erratic rhythm of her pulse, and bolted down the grand mahogany staircase.

The ambulance siren wailed in the distance, a rising shriek that cut thr...

The heavy cabin door hissed shut behind me, sealing in the scent of expensive cologne, manufactured corporate harmony, and betrayal. As I stepped back onto the sun-baked tarmac of the private aviation terminal, the stifling afternoon heat hit me like a physical blow. Behind the thick, tinted glass of the jet's windows, I could see Carter’s silhouette—his jaw set in that familiar, arrogant angle of a man who believed he had just successfully disciplined a disobedient pet.

The heavy cabin door hissed shut behind me, sealing in the scent of expe...

I didn't answer. I looked at Nico, who was watching his mother’s defensive posture with a faint line appearing between his brows. I bowed my head slightly and turned to leave the room. As the door closed behind me, I caught the last movement of Donna Elena’s hand beneath her shawl.

"Watch her," she had signed. "Watch her phone."

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