Unraveled Secrets

Chapter 20: The Parents' Move

Valenti's Point of View

Vincent Valenti stood in his office, overlooking the glittering city that had bowed to his power for decades. His jaw clenched as the television screen flickered with images of journalists discussing the leaked documents-his documents. His empire, meticulously built over years, was crumbling before his eyes.

He picked up the remote and turned off the television in disgust, the room falling into an uneasy silence. The Rossi boy, Damian, had crossed a line that even his father wouldn't be able to save him from.

Vincent leaned against his desk, his hand curling into a fist. He had worked too hard to allow this betrayal, especially from his daughter. Isabella. The mere thought of her siding with Damian made his blood boil. He had spent her entire life preparing her to take over, to ensure the Valenti family remained untouchable. And now, this.

His phone buzzed on the desk, interrupting his dark thoughts. He knew who it was before he even glanced at the screen.

Enrico Rossi.

Vincent exhaled slowly before answering. "This better be good."

Enrico's voice was smooth, but there was an undercurrent of fury. "We have a problem, Valenti."

Vincent's grip tightened on the phone. "I'm aware. And it's your son who's made it worse."

"Don't act like your daughter's innocent in this," Enrico snapped. "They're both to blame. They've dragged our families into a war, and now the whole city knows."

Vincent's teeth ground together as he paced the room. "You think I don't know that? We have to handle this swiftly. This exposure could destroy us both."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Vincent could almost feel Enrico weighing his next words carefully.

"They need to be silenced," Enrico said finally, his voice low and dangerous. "Both of them."

Vincent stopped pacing, his heart racing. The idea of silencing his daughter made his blood run cold, but he knew Enrico was right. Damian and Isabella had gone too far. There was no coming back from this. The documents they had leaked would unravel years of hard work and ruin everything.

But Isabella was his daughter. His only child. Could he really go through with it?

"I'll deal with Isabella," Vincent said, his voice hard. "But leave her to me."

Enrico's silence was chilling. "Fine. But Damian is mine."

Vincent nodded, his jaw set. He hung up the phone, his mind swirling with dark thoughts. There was no room for sentimentality in this world. Isabella had made her choice, and now she had to face the consequences. He would bring her back, one way or another, and if she refused...

He shoved the thought away, unwilling to finish it. But deep down, he knew there was no other way.

Enrico Rossi's Point of View

Enrico sat in the dimly lit study of his mansion, his fingers drumming against the armrest of his leather chair. The documents on the television screen had made his stomach churn with rage. Damian had always been the rebellious one, the son who refused to fall in line. But this? This was unforgivable.

A part of him wanted to understand why Damian had done it. But every time he tried to picture it, all he saw was betrayal. Damian had chosen that Valenti girl over his own family, over the empire Enrico had built from the ground up. The Rossi name had been synonymous with power for generations, and now his own son was threatening to tear it all apart.

"Damn it, Damian," Enrico muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the fireplace, the flames flickering in the darkness. He couldn't afford to let this stand. If Damian thought he could expose their secrets and walk away unscathed, he was gravely mistaken.

Enrico stood, his tall frame casting a long shadow across the room. His mind was already calculating his next move. Luca had reported back that he was closing in on Damian and Isabella, and it was only a matter of time before they were caught. But capturing them wasn't enough. Damian needed to be made an example of.

He strode toward the window, looking out over the vast Rossi estate. Power was everything. Control was everything. And Damian had thrown it all away for a foolish love that could never last.

Luca had never been like Damian. He was loyal, ruthless-everything Enrico had wanted in a son. But now, it was Luca's time to shine. If Damian wanted to side with the enemy, then Enrico would use his other son to bring him down.

A knock on the door broke his thoughts. Luca entered, his face set with determination. "They're hiding with Tony. I have men surrounding the place. It won't be long now."

Enrico nodded slowly, his gaze still on the window. "You know what you need to do."

Luca's smile was cold, predatory. "I do."

Enrico's stomach twisted with a mixture of pride and dread. Luca had always been the one to clean up the messes Damian left behind. But this time, the mess was too big. The stakes were too high. Damian had turned his back on the family, and for that, there was only one punishment.

Enrico turned to face Luca, his expression hard. "Make sure it's done right. And when it's over, I don't want to hear his name again."

Luca's eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction. "I'll make sure of it."

Enrico watched as Luca left the room, the finality of the moment sinking in. He had lost his son the moment Damian had chosen Isabella Valenti over his own blood. Now, there was no turning back.

"Goodbye, Damian," Enrico muttered, his voice barely audible in the silence of the room.

Isabella's Point of View

Isabella's heart raced as Tony led her and Damian toward the back door. She had heard the knock, the voice-Luca was here. Her pulse thundered in her ears, and a cold sweat broke out on her skin. This was it. This was the moment they had been running from.

"What are we going to do?" she whispered, her voice barely holding steady.

Damian gripped her hand tightly, his jaw set. "We'll get out. Tony's got a way."

But as they reached the door, Tony stopped abruptly, his face pale. "I'm not coming with you," he said, his voice rough. "I'll stay here and keep them distracted long enough for you two to escape."

Damian shook his head, his eyes wide with disbelief. "You can't do that, Tony. They'll kill you."

Tony smiled grimly. "Better me than you, kid. Now go."

Isabella's stomach twisted with dread as she looked at Tony, a man who had risked everything for them, a man who was about to make the ultimate sacrifice. Her throat tightened, but there was no time to argue. Luca was closing in, and if they didn't leave now, they'd all be dead.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice breaking.

Tony gave her a small nod, his expression filled with resolve. "Take care of each other."

With that, he pushed them toward the door, and Isabella found herself running through the dark alleyways, her hand clutching Damian's as they fled into the night. The sound of Luca's men shouting echoed behind them, but all she could hear was the pounding of her heart.

Her father, Damian's father-they would stop at nothing now. But she wasn't going to let them win.

Not without a fight.