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Chapter 5 - THE MAN IN THE SHADOWSVincent found Daniel in a church three days later.

Not through tracking.

Not through surveillance.

Through Mia.

She had been drawing the same building for weeks.

A tall church.

Blue doors.

Three windows.

A bell tower.

Vincent showed the picture to Elena.

She recognized it.

“The church near the old ferry road.”

They went there at dawn.

Vincent entered alone.

A man stood near the altar.

Older.

Thinner.

Gray at the temples.

But Vincent knew him instantly.

“Daniel.”

His brother turned.

For several seconds, neither spoke.

Then Daniel smiled.

“Hello, Vincent.”

Vincent crossed the church in three steps.

He punched him.

Daniel fell.

Vincent grabbed him and pulled him upright.

“You bastard.”

“I know.”

“You let me bury you.”

“I know.”

“You let me watch Sophia die believing I couldn't save her.”

Daniel's eyes filled.

“I know.”

“Why?”

“Because the people behind it would have killed you too.”

Vincent's fists shook.

“Who?”

“Lucia.”

Marco was right.

Daniel explained everything.

Their father had secretly planned to dismantle the criminal wing of the family.

Lucia's family had built the illegal network.

When their father threatened to expose them, they sabotaged his businesses.

Then Daniel discovered that Sophia's hospital records were being manipulated because someone was using the Moretti family's money to fund an illegal operation.

Sophia's illness had been real.

But someone had exploited her treatment to hide financial crimes.

Daniel tried to stop it.

He failed.

Then he discovered a second secret.

Sophia had not been the intended target.

Vincent was.

The people behind the conspiracy wanted Vincent emotionally destroyed so they could control the empire.

Vincent sat in one of the church pews.

“Did you know Mia was mine?”

Daniel frowned.

“What?”

Vincent stared.

“Her birthmark.”

Daniel shook his head.

“She's my daughter.”

Vincent looked up.

Daniel's voice became gentle.

“She's Elena's.”

Vincent exhaled.

“But she has Sophia's mark.”

Daniel smiled sadly.

“Moretti women.”

Vincent froze.

“What?”

“Your grandmother had it.”

Vincent remembered.

An old photograph.

His grandmother.

Tiny V behind her ear.

He had never noticed.

It wasn't proof of blood relation.

It was simply a family trait.

Marco's reaction had been based on fear, not certainty.

Vincent laughed.

He almost cried.

All that terror.

All that suspicion.

A coincidence.

And yet the coincidence had opened every locked door in his life.

Daniel sat beside him.

“You came here for the truth.”

“I did.”

“You're not going to like it.”

Vincent looked at him.

“Try me.”

Daniel handed him a folder.

Inside were financial records.

Hospital payments.

Shell companies.

Political contributions.

And one name repeated again and again.

Marco Bellini.

Vincent's face hardened.

“No.”

Daniel nodded.

“He wasn't their partner.”

“Then what?”

“He was their target.”

Vincent frowned.

Daniel explained.

Marco had been secretly feeding false information to Lucia's network for years.

He had intentionally made himself look compromised so he could keep them away from Vincent.

But one mistake changed everything.

“Mia.”

Daniel nodded.

“She exposed him.”

“How?”

“Because Lucia realized Marco still cared about me.”

Vincent stared at the papers.

“So the first lie wasn't the real betrayal.”

“No.”

“What was?”

Daniel looked toward the church doors.

“Someone else inside your house.”

That night, Vincent returned to Greystone.

He said nothing to Marco.

Nothing to Elena.

He waited.

Then at 3:00 a.m., he checked the security monitors.

One camera showed a figure entering the old archives.

Vincent followed.

The intruder was his chief financial officer.

Richard Hale.

Vincent watched him remove a hidden drive from behind a painting.

Richard turned.

He saw Vincent.

And smiled.

“You finally figured it out.”

Vincent raised his gun.

Richard laughed.

“Your father was right.”

“What?”

“You were always the clever one.”

“Who do you work for?”

Richard said one name.

“Lucia.”

Then the lights went out.

When they came back on, Richard was gone.

But the drive remained.

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Vincent picked it up.

And what he found inside would destroy the last piece of his faith in his own family.

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