Chapter 3 - The Woman Marello Planned to Marry Knew About Leo Before Their First Date, and the Old Family Records Revealed She Had Been Preparing for the Wedding for Seven YearsBianca arrived that morning.
She walked into the estate wearing a white coat and a calm smile.
She didn't look like a murderer.
That was the problem.
She kissed Marello's cheek.
“I heard you've been busy.”
He stared.
“Where were you last night?”
“With my mother.”
“Which restaurant?”
She smiled.
“Why?”
“Answer me.”
Her expression shifted.
“I don't understand.”
Marello showed her the photograph.
Bianca went pale.
One second.
Then she recovered.
“You're accusing me because of a photograph?”
“No.”
He stepped closer.
“I'm giving you one chance.”
She looked at me.
Then Leo.
And something strange happened.
She smiled.
“That's him.”
I froze.
“You knew?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
She looked at Marello.
“Because your family told me.”
Marello's jaw tightened.
“Who?”
“Your father.”
“My father has been dead for nine years.”
“I know.”
The room became silent.
Bianca explained.
Marello's father had selected her years earlier.
She was supposed to marry Marello.
Not for love.
For control.
The wedding would activate a succession agreement.
A spouse could temporarily control the family trust if no direct heir was recognized.
But Leo existed.
That made Bianca's position impossible.
So the conspiracy had begun.
She had known about my pregnancy.
She had known about my kidnapping.
She had watched.
She had done nothing.
Maybe worse.
She had helped.
Marello's face became colder.
“Why didn't you kill her?”
Bianca looked at me.
“I thought she would disappear.”
Marello's voice dropped.
“Who ordered it?”
“Your uncle.”
“Which one?”
She smiled bitterly.
“Your favorite.”
I felt cold.
Marello's uncle Vittorio.
The man who had raised him after his father's death.
The man who had taught him everything.
The man he trusted like a second father.
He had ordered my disappearance.
Marello sat down.
For the first time, I saw him shaken.
“My uncle?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because your father left the trust to your bloodline.”
Marello looked at Leo.
“Leo is the key.”
Bianca explained the final clause.
If Marello died before formally recognizing his child, the trust would transfer to the spouse.
That meant Bianca would gain control.
If Marello publicly recognized Leo, she would lose everything.
So she needed the wedding first.
Then Marello dead.
Then Leo disappeared.
Then the empire belonged to her.
I stared at her.
“You planned all of this.”
“I wanted security.”
“You wanted power.”
“I wanted what your family promised me.”
Marello looked at her.
“And did you ever love me?”
She hesitated.
That hesitation was the answer.
He nodded.
“Get out.”
Bianca smiled.
“You think this is over?”
“No.”
She leaned closer.
“The wedding isn't canceled.”
Marello stared.
“It is.”
“No.”
She whispered:
“Because three hundred people are coming.”
Then she walked away.
His security chief entered.
“Boss.”
“What?”
“Vittorio is missing.”
Marello closed his eyes.
Everything pointed toward one conclusion.
The uncle.
The bride.
The old trust.
And the child who had unknowingly become the center of a war.
Marello looked at Leo.
Then me.
“We leave.”
“Where?”
“Somewhere they can't find us.”
Leo smiled.
“Can Papa come?”
Marello looked at me.
May you like
For the first time, his anger disappeared.
“Papa is coming.”
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