Chapter 3 - The DNA Report Proved Elena Was My Daughter, but the Hidden Trust Revealed Someone Had Planned Her Existence Before She Was Even BornThe truth became unbearable once I knew it.
Elena was mine.
Sofia had never told me.
But why?
I had spent six years believing my wife betrayed me.
She had been accused of stealing company money.
Of having an affair.
Of planning to leave.
The evidence had been overwhelming.
Or so I thought.
Now I began reopening everything.
The divorce papers.
The financial records.
The messages.
The night Sofia died.
Every detail.
There were inconsistencies everywhere.
A bank transfer I had never authorized.
A message I never sent.
A lawyer who disappeared.
A hospital record that had been altered.
Someone had been building a false story.
And Sofia had been trying to protect Elena.
I found her final letter.
It had never reached me.
Alessandro,
If you are reading this, then something went wrong.
Please believe that I never betrayed you.
Elena is our daughter.
I couldn't breathe.
I left because they threatened her.
Your brother knows.
Trust nobody who asks you to choose between the empire and our child.
I read it again.
Then again.
My brother.
Matteo.
He had known.
The man who had comforted me after Sofia's death.
The man who helped run the organization.
The man who had cried beside my coffin when I buried my wife.
I called him.
“Come home.”
He arrived within an hour.
He took one look at Elena.
And his face collapsed.
“You found her.”
I stared.
“You knew.”
“Yes.”
“Why didn't you tell me?”
He looked down.
“Because Sofia begged me.”
“She trusted you.”
“Yes.”
“And you let me hate her.”
“I had no choice.”
“Everyone says that.”
He cried.
“She thought you'd be killed.”
I wanted to hit him.
Instead I asked:
“Who threatened her?”
“Vittorio.”
I froze.
My uncle.
The man standing beside me at every family meeting.
The man who claimed he was protecting the organization.
He had ordered Sofia's silence.
But Matteo revealed something worse.
Vittorio was working for Gabriel Vale.
And Gabriel Vale wasn't simply my enemy.
He was my father's first-born son.
My half-brother.
The man my family erased from history.
He believed the Moretti empire belonged to him.
Elena had become the obstacle.
The inheritance trust recognized direct biological descendants.
That meant she could dissolve the entire criminal structure.
Gabriel wanted control.
Vittorio wanted revenge.
Matteo wanted survival.
And I wanted my daughter.
The next morning, I announced publicly that Elena was my daughter.
The city reacted instantly.
Enemies panicked.
Allies called.
Lawyers appeared.
Politicians suddenly remembered my number.
But none of that mattered.
Elena sat at the breakfast table eating pancakes.
She looked at me.
“Daddy?”
“Yes?”
“Can I have syrup?”
I smiled.
“Yes.”
She grinned.
May you like
It was the most important request anyone had ever made of me.
Then the first bomb exploded outside the estate.
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