Chapter 4 - Isabella Revealed She Knew Emma’s Heritage Was Worth More Than the Duca Fortune—and She Was Preparing to Trade My Daughter to Someone ElseWe traced the call.
It came from a private server.
The server belonged to a company.
That company belonged to Isabella.
She wasn't hiding anymore.
She wanted us to know.
A message appeared.
Bring Emma to the old chapel.
Lorenzo refused.
Then another message.
A photograph of me.
Emma.
And my late mother.
Taken years earlier.
I stared.
“How does she have this?”
Lorenzo looked at it.
“My father collected family histories.”
“Why?”
“Because bloodlines mattered to him.”
I looked closer.
My mother's name appeared beneath the photograph.
Beside it:
Bellmont lineage.
I remembered the name.
It had appeared in documents from my own family.
A financial network.
Old wealth.
Power.
Isabella wanted Emma because Emma connected two family trusts.
The Duca fortune.
And the Bellmont inheritance.
Together, they were worth nearly a billion dollars.
I looked at Lorenzo.
“So this isn't just about your family.”
“No.”
“It is about mine too.”
He nodded.
“And Isabella knows.”
She had been working with someone.
A man named Victor Bellmont.
He was the head of the Bellmont trust.
He wanted Emma.
Not dead.
Alive.
Because she was the key.
Isabella wanted money.
Victor wanted access.
Together they could control both empires.
We moved again.
But Isabella anticipated us.
Our vehicles were followed.
We changed routes.
Then a second car appeared.
A shootout.
Glass shattered.
Lorenzo protected Emma.
I pulled her down.
The driver escaped.
But someone had left a message on the windshield.
YOU CAN'T HIDE HER FOREVER.
We reached another safe house.
Lorenzo looked at me.
“We need to get Emma somewhere they can't reach.”
“Where?”
“My father's old orphanage.”
I stared.
“Your family had an orphanage?”
“My mother funded it.”
“Will they know?”
“No.”
“What about the trust?”
“My father left one condition.”
“What?”
“The heir must choose a guardian.”
“Who?”
Lorenzo looked at me.
“You.”
I froze.
“Me?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because you are the only person Isabella can't manipulate.”
I almost laughed.
“She tried to kill my husband.”
“She tried.”
“But she didn't succeed.”
“Exactly.”
I looked at Emma.
She was asleep.
Her stuffed rabbit was tucked beneath her chin.
I finally understood.
Lorenzo wasn't asking me to protect his fortune.
He was asking me to protect our daughter.
May you like
I nodded.
“Then we'll do it.”
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