A Glamorous Heiress Slapped the Nanny for Letting the Mafia Boss's Son Call Her "Mommy" — Until He Handed Her His Dead Wife's Will

Marcus rushed across the room, wrapping one arm tightly around Grace while pulling Noah out of the closet with the other. "Are you hurt? Grace, speak to me!"

"I'm fine, Marcus. It's just a scratch," Grace breathed, holding Noah against her chest as the little boy buried his face into her neck, sobbing uncontrollably. "Mommy is here, baby. Nobody is ever going to hurt you."

Hearing Grace call herself his mother without hesitation made Marcus’s jaw tighten with emotion. He pressed a kiss against Grace’s temple, his hand checking her injured arm before wrapping a clean handkerchief around the cut. "Salvatore’s main force is neutralized outside. Lucas and the team took down his perimeter guard. But Salvatore fled toward the marina. He is heading for his yacht."

"He cannot leave," Grace said, looking down at the gray stuffed elephant in her hand. During the struggle, the seam along the back had partially torn open once more, revealing something tucked deeper than Julianna’s original handwritten note.

Marcus noticed the glint of metal inside the synthetic stuffing. He reached in carefully, his fingers pulling out a flat titanium microchip wrapped in waterproof plastic.

"Julianna didn't hide the key in a bank vault," Marcus realized, staring at the chip. "She sewed the entire cryptographic ledger inside Noah’s toy before she died. She knew that no matter what happened, that toy would never leave Noah’s side."

Grace plugged the chip into Marcus's encrypted satellite phone. In seconds, lines of code flashed across the screen, unlocking the full digital archives of the Moretti family. Every illegal offshore transaction, every murder order signed by Salvatore, and the real truth behind Julianna’s death: medical reports proving Salvatore had hired Julianna’s personal doctor to inject lethal doses of ricin into her daily vitamin drips.