Chapter 6 - The Awakening in the West Wing
Twenty-four hours after the raid on the airfield, the sun broke through the storm clouds, casting golden rays across the master suite of the Moretti mansion.
Isabella lay in the plush king-sized bed, surrounded by warm monitors and fresh white linens. Beside her bed, Alessandro sat in a wooden chair, holding her weak, pale hand against his cheek, while seven-year-old Emma slept peacefully on the adjoining sofa with baby Lily resting in a crib nearby.
Isabella’s eyelashes fluttered softly, and she let out a quiet sigh as her brown eyes slowly opened, focusing on the dark silhouette sitting beside her.
"Alessandro...?" she whispered weakly, her voice dry and rasping.
Alessandro reached for a glass of warm water, placing a straw against her lips before lifting her hand to his lips and kissing her knuckles with profound tenderness.
"I'm here, my love. You're safe. Emma and Lily are safe," Alessandro spoke, tears filling his eyes for the first time in five years.
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Isabella looked over at the crib, tears spilling down her cheeks. "He told me... Julian told me you would kill us if you ever found out about Lily... he said you blamed me for the dock explosion five years ago..."
👉 Read PART 7 to see how Alessandro exposed the full conspiracy behind Isabella's disappearance!
