Elina was just a broke waitress trying to survive another double shift when a feared mafia boss entered carrying his baby son. The child supposedly rejected everyone—bodyguards, nannies, even family. But the moment he saw Elina, he reached desperately for her and refused to let go. When she finally held him, the baby instantly relaxed against her chest. His father went pale. “Only his mother could do that.” Then Elina noticed an old photograph behind the bar—and froze. The woman in it had her eyes, her smile…almost her exact face.

Well done, Elina, you delivered the final piece of the puzzle right to my doorstep, Victor laughed.

Two of his massive mercenaries grabbed my arms, ripping the baby carrier away from my chest.

Leo began to scream, terrified by the sudden violence and the harsh, bright lights.

Please do not hurt him! I begged, struggling helplessly against the incredible strength of the guards.

Victor struck me hard across the face, sending me crashing down onto the gravel tracks.

He dragged me by my hair into a massive, abandoned shipping warehouse.

Victor tied me to a heavy steel chair, placing Leo's carrier on a wooden crate just out of my reach.

Do you want to know why you look exactly like Isabella? Victor asked, pacing in front of me.

I glared at him, tasting warm copper blood pooling in my mouth.

Your mother gave birth to identical twins, Victor explained, enjoying the sound of his own cruel voice.

She knew the mafia would eventually come for her daughters, so she abandoned you at an orphanage to hide the bloodline.

The revelation hit me like a physical blow to the stomach.

Isabella was not just a stranger with a similar face.

She was my twin sister, and this monster had blown her to pieces.

I am going to burn this warehouse to the ground with both of you inside it, Victor promised.

Once the boy is dead, Dante's legacy is permanently erased, and I will inherit the entire syndicate.

Victor pulled a metal canister of gasoline from the shadows and began pouring it across the warehouse floor.

The strong, toxic fumes burned my eyes and throat as I desperately pulled at my thick nylon restraints.

Suddenly, the heavy metal doors of the warehouse screeched loudly as they were pushed open.

Dante walked into the building, looking battered, bloody, and completely unarmed.

He dropped to his knees in the center of the gasoline puddle, holding his empty hands in the air.

When my newborn 'passed away,' my mother-in-law leaned in and said

My Husband Left Me Alone in My Car While I Was in Labor

“You’re Dead When We Get Home,” He Snapped

Let the woman and the child go, Victor, Dante offered in a strong, unbroken voice.

You can have the syndicate, the money, and my life in exchange for theirs.

Chapter 8 - The Twin Secret