Chapter 3 - Isabella Heard The Word Daughter
Isabella did not scream this time.
That made her more dangerous.
She descended slowly.
Rosa rose with Lily in her arms.
Alessandro stepped between them.
Isabella noticed.
“So it’s true.”
Alessandro said nothing.
“You have a child with the maid.”
“Rosa’s name is Rosa.”
Isabella laughed once.
“Of course. Forgive me. You have a child with Rosa.”
Lily hid her face against her mother.
Alessandro lowered his voice.
“Not in front of her.”
Isabella stared at him.
Six months of engagement had taught her something.
Alessandro rarely repeated himself.
She turned toward Rosa.
“You knew.”
Rosa did not answer.
“You let me live here while you hid his child under my nose.”
Alessandro interrupted.
“She owed you nothing.”
“I am supposed to become your wife.”
“That does not make Rosa answerable to you.”
Isabella’s face tightened.
“This marriage ends a war.”
“I know.”
“My father will consider this humiliation.”
“That is his problem.”
“No, Alessandro. It becomes everyone’s problem.”
That part was true.
The Moretti-Romano engagement was not romantic.
It was political.
Business routes.
Territory.
Money.
Years of retaliatory violence.
If Vincent Romano believed Alessandro had publicly humiliated his
daughter, the truce could collapse.
Alessandro looked toward Mr. Bruno.
The old butler had returned quietly to the archway.
“Lock down the estate.”
Isabella’s eyes widened.
“You’re imprisoning me?”
“No.”
He looked at her.
“You are free to leave.”
Then his voice hardened.
“But nobody leaves with information about Lily until I understand who
already knows.”
For the first time, Isabella looked frightened.
Not because Alessandro threatened her.
He had not.
Because she understood the implication.
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If Vittorio Moretti knew about Lily years ago, someone else might have
known too.
