Chapter 4 - The Hidden Lens
"Let go of me, Dominic!" Victoria gasped, struggling frantically against his iron grip. "The toy is a health hazard! It's full of dust! I was just trying to protect the children!"
Dominic didn't say a word. He violently shoved Victoria's wrist away, making the arrogant socialite stumble backward in her expensive heels.
The mafia boss walked slowly toward his twin daughters. His terrifying, hardened demeanor instantly softened as he knelt down. He gently extended his large, scarred hand.
"Can Daddy see the bunny, sweethearts?" Dominic asked softly.
The twins nodded silently, handing him the plush toy.
Dominic stood up, holding the grey bunny. He turned it over. The seam along the back had been violently ripped open, the cotton stuffing spilling out. But as his fingers brushed the inside of the toy, he felt something hard. Something completely unnatural.
The room fell into a dead, suffocating silence.
Dominic reached his fingers deep into the cotton stuffing and pulled it out.
It was a small, high-definition micro-camera. A hidden nanny-cam.
Dominic stared at the tiny black lens resting in the palm of his heavily tattooed hand. The cinematic realization hit him like a physical blow to the chest. Isabella was fiercely protective of her children. She had secretly sewn a camera into the nursery toy to monitor the babies while they slept.
And that camera had been recording the nursery balcony on the exact night she died.
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Victoria began to hyperventilate. She looked wildly toward the hallway, desperately searching for an escape route, but Dominic’s voice shattered the air before she could move.
👉 Dominic officially locked down the estate, and the digital ghost of his dead wife was about to speak.
