Chapter 5 - The Betrayal Inside the Bellucci House
We returned to the Bellucci estate under heavy security.
Sophia's father was waiting.
He looked older than he had the previous night.
“My daughter.”
She walked past him.
He followed.
“Sophia, please.”
She turned.
“Tell me the truth.”
He froze.
“About everything.”
He closed his eyes.
Then he confessed.
Six years earlier, Victor had approached him with a plan.
The Belluccis were financially weakened.
The Morettis were stronger.
A conflict would damage both families.
Victor promised that after the war, they could rebuild under a new alliance.
Daniel agreed.
Then Elena discovered the conspiracy.
Daniel panicked.
He wanted out.
Victor had Elena killed.
Daniel covered it up.
But he couldn't stop Victor.
So he agreed to the marriage.
Not merely as peace.
As protection.
He knew Victor intended to eliminate the remaining witnesses.
He believed Sophia would be safer as Adrian's wife.
Sophia stared at him.
“You used me.”
“I tried to save you.”
“You never asked me.”
“I was afraid you'd say no.”
She laughed bitterly.
“That was your solution? Make sure I didn't think I had a choice?”
Her father began crying.
“I am sorry.”
She looked at him for a long time.
“I'm not ready to forgive you.”
“I understand.”
“Good.”
She turned.
Then Victor attacked.
The estate exploded into chaos.
Windows shattered.
Guards fired back.
Someone had betrayed our security codes.
I pulled Sophia into a corridor.
We ran through a hidden passage beneath the house.
At the end was a locked steel door.
Sophia knew the code.
“How?”
“My father taught me when I was sixteen.”
She entered it.
The door opened.
Inside was a room filled with records.
Victor had been collecting evidence against everyone.
Bank documents.
Photographs.
Audio recordings.
Names.
A complete map of the conspiracy.
At the center was one final document.
A contract transferring control of several major Bellucci and Moretti assets to a corporation owned by Victor.
The signature page carried my name.
Forged.
Sophia looked at it.
“He planned to blame you.”
“Yes.”
She stepped closer.
“He was going to kill us both.”
“Yes.”
She stared at the documents.
Then suddenly said, “We don't run.”
I looked at her.
“What?”
“We expose him.”
“You could be in danger.”
“So could you.”
“That doesn't answer the question.”
She lifted her chin.
“For the first time in my life, someone is going to ask what I want.”
She looked at me.
“I want to choose.”
I nodded.
“Then let's choose.”
We built the plan that night.
Marcus would leak the financial records.
Daniel would testify.
My father would be forced to reveal the hidden accounts.
And Sophia would deliver Elena's recording publicly.
But Victor struck first.
At sunrise, every major news outlet received photographs from our wedding.
The images showed Sophia entering the bedroom.
The bloodied sheets.
A fabricated story claiming she had been assaulted.
Victor intended to destroy me publicly.
Instead, Sophia looked at me and whispered:
“He made one mistake.”
“What?”
“He showed everyone the evidence.”
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She smiled for the first time without fear.
“We're going to use it.”
