Chapter 9 - The Hidden Will
Luca stepped forward and gently took the small, folded piece of paper from Mia’s tiny hand.
He unfolded the yellowed document with reverent care. It was a hand-written letter stamped with the official seal of the Military Legal Corps—Julian’s final testament, written hours before his last mission.
“To my brother Luca: If you are reading this, I did not make it home. Protect Elena and our unborn child. Vincent is corrupting the firm. Give my family everything.”
Luca’s throat tightened as he read his late brother’s handwriting. He closed his eyes for a brief second, taking a deep, shuddering breath before looking up at Elena.
“He sent this letter to the estate four years ago,” Luca said softly. “Vincent intercepted it, but Mia found it hidden in his desk drawer while playing last week.”
Elena sank onto the edge of the leather sofa, burying her face in her hands as four years of fear, shame, and exhaustion finally washed away in a flood of tears. She was no longer a trapped, helpless maid living in terror.
Luca walked over, kneeling down on one knee in front of the sofa right beside her.
He gently reached out, his large hand carefully lifting her bruised left wrist. He examined the dark marks with deep, protective devotion.
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“No one will ever make you cry again, Elena,” Luca promised in a low, solemn tone. “This house is your home. You and Mia are Morettis.”
👉 Mia clambered up onto the sofa beside her mother, leaning against Luca’s shoulder with a bright, triumphant smile.
