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I nod as he releases me, feeling calmer at having that one doubt cleared up. But, there are still so many questions unanswered. But one thing is clear: this photograph has sprung the walls of the life I thought I knew, and there's no going back now.

As I wipe away my tears, something within me shifts. The confusion and ache I felt on seeing this photo have been replaced by a burning need to know the truth. Memories of my mother's laughter, her gentle touch, and her fierce love for me fan the flames of this newfound determination. I refuse to let these secrets continue to define my life.

"Vincenzo," I say, my voice stronger now. "We're going to get to the bottom of this. No more hiding, no more lies. I deserve to know my own past, and I won't rest until I've uncovered every last secret. Now get up, there’s someone we have to see.”

. Tonight, I vow, everything changes. And nothing and no-one will stand in my way.

Chapter 40

The Handler

The screech of tires coming in from a distance jolts me to attention. My heart pounds against my ribs as I slowly rise from my desk. This is the moment I've been waiting for. It was only a matter of time.

From the fury in the car, I already know who comes my way. I sit for a few minutes, before rising when the sound dies out.

I move to the window and peer through the blinds. A sleek black car is parked in front of the estate, having left streaks of burnt rubber in its wake. The person driving steps out, a figure in the dark, one companion by her side.

I smooth my tie, and sit back down, staring at the door to my office. An alert goes off through the main entrance to my private garden. The Huntress, just as I thought. I turn on the CCTV, watching them.

Camela. My greatest creation.

The gates fling open. In steps Camela, her lithe figure coiled tight as a viper. Dark curls spill over her shoulders, but her eyes are cold and calculating. Beside her is Vincenzo, hulking and grim.

They stride toward the front door, purpose in their steps. Camela overrides the security system with the little tricks I’ve taught her. I smile, steadying my breath. Let them come. I've waited so long for this reunion. Today, I can bid goodbye to my greatest triumph.

I straighten my shoulders and turn to the door just as Camela storms into my office, her fury crackling through the air like lightning.

"Well, well," I say softly. "Welcome home, my dear."

Camela's eyes flash with rage as she stalks towards my desk, Vincenzo close behind.

"Don't 'welcome home' me," she hisses. "I'm not your dear anything."

I spread my hands innocently. "No need for hostility. Please, have a seat."

She ignores my offer, remaining ready to strike. Vincenzo hovers behind her shoulder, watching me like a hawk.

I settle into my leather chair, steepling my fingers. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Camela slams her palms on my desk, leaning in close. "Cut the act. I'm here for the truth."

I arch an eyebrow. "About?"

She shoves a photo at me. "Is this him? Is this my father?" she points at the man in the picture.

I examine the photo as if puzzled. "I'm afraid not. This man was the brother of your...friend here,” I look over in Vincenzo’s direction.

Vincenzo growls, stepping forward. “We know that,” he says, through gritted teeth.

“Quit with your games,” Camela slams a fist on my desk. "Then who?" she demands. "Who is he? My father?"

I fold my hands. "I think you'll find the truth is a bit more...complex."

Her fists clench again. "Just tell me."

I don't flinch. Calmly, I meet her blazing gaze.

"As you wish. Your father is very much alive, and you’re speaking to him right at this moment. Now, do you want to take a more… respectable tone, daughter?”

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