Chapter 410
Lorenzo wasted no time.}
The moment he arrived, he took me and Dorotheo out of the country, away from any possible threats, away from the danger that loomed over us like a shadow.>
We landed in Switzerland, where he owned a private villa nestled in the mountains, overlooking the Alps. The view was breathtaking- pristine snow–capped peaks, the crisp scent of pine in the air, and a home so lavish it felt like something out of a dream.”
But no matter how beautiful it was, I felt caged.”
Lorenzo never left anything to chance. Every precaution was taken, every exit monitored. Bodyguards followed my every step, silent shadows that never let me out of their sight. Armed men stood at every entrance, their gazes sharp, watching, waiting.”
“It’s for your safety,” Lorenzo murmured as he cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing against my skin with a gentleness that made my chest tighten. “I won’t lose you again.“}
I nodded, but deep inside, something twisted.}
A gnawing feeling. A whisper at the back of my mind.”
A name.
“Victoria Moretti… Valeria.“}
That wasn’t just some random name.>
It was mine.
And if Lorenzo wouldn’t give me answers… I would find them myself.”
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I didn’t wait.}
I hired a private investigator the moment I could, someone discreet, someone with no ties to Lorenzo. If he was keeping secrets, then I had no choice but to uncover them on my own.
Days passed before the report finally landed in my hands. My fingers trembled as I turned the pages, my pulse pounding so hard it drowned out everything else.
As I read, the world around me seemed to collapse.}
I was Victoria Moretti.}@
A name feared in the underground world. A woman trained to kill, ruthless and precise.}
Then–memories crashed into me like a tidal wave.)
Blood on my hands. Penelope. Amara. Darius. Rafael. A gun aimed with steady precision. Betrayal. Miranda.}
Her face burned into my mind, a ghost from a past I had forgotten–no, a past that had been taken from me.”
She had stolen everything.
I gasped as the papers slipped from my hands and scattered across the floor. My head throbbed with an unbearable pain, sharp and relentless, as if my mind was tearing itself apart.
I clutched my temples, my breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps. It was all so vivid.§
Like it had happened just last night.”
Lorenzo had saved me, yes. He had protected me, yes.
But he had also kept me in the dark.”
He had hidden the truth.>
And now, while I was locked away like some fragile porcelain doll, Miranda was still out there, living happily with Rafael, untouched, unpunished.
No more.
That night, I made my choice.
I packed a single suitcase and managed to escape from the guards.
Dorotheo clung to my side, his small hands wrapped around my shirt, his sleepy eyes watching me with innocent curiosity.
‘Mommy, where are we going?” he asked, his voice soft.
I knelt before him, brushing his unruly curls back from his forehead. His face, so pure, so unaware of the storm raging around us, made my chest ache
“We’re going home, baby,” I whispered..
His tiny fingers tightened against the fabric of my clothes. “Will Daddy come?“}
I hesitated.
Lorenzo had been nothing but kind to me. He had provided, protected, given me everything I could possibly need.”
But he wasn’t the man my heart remembered.
“No, I finally murmured. “It’s just us.“%
He didn’t ask why. He simply nodded, trusting me completely, as he always did.
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The house was massive.
Dark. Intimidating. Guarded by men whose sharp gazes tracked my every move as I approached.”
But I didn’t hesitate.}
Clutching Dorotheo’s hand tightly, I marched forward, my heart hammering in my chest. The butler at the entrance gaped at me, clearly stunned, but he didn’t question it. With a quick nod, he pushed the doors open.}
And then-
He was there.
Standing at the far end of the grand hall, dressed in black, his expression unreadable.}]
Darius.
The moment his piercing eyes met mine, his entire world seemed to stop.}
He took a step forward, then another, his breathing uneven. Disbelief flickered across his face, raw and unguarded.}
“Victoria…?” he whispered, as if saying my name would confirm whether I was real or just another ghost from his past.
A lump formed in my throat.}
I should have been cautious. I should have been careful.
But all the walls! had built, all the doubts, all the distance–I threw them away in that moment.}
I ran into his arms.
He caught me instantly, his embrace crushing, his grip so tight it was as if he was afraid I’d disappear.}
His scent, his warmth, his touch–it felt like home.
I buried my face against his shoulder, my breath shaky as I clung to him.”
“I remember, Darius,” I choked out, my voice trembling. “I remember everything.”}
