The Don's Daughter's

Previously

…"Bella, darling," she said, her voice like honey. "I was thinking, perhaps a drive tonight? Just you and I. To clear our heads." The invitation hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. Was this a test? A trap? Or a genuine attempt at reconciliation? I looked at Marco, his expression unreadable, and then back at my mother, her face a mask of serene beauty. A chill, deeper than any that had ever permeated these walls, began to spread through me. Sofia’s subtle game was far from over, and I was beginning to suspect that the stakes were higher than I had ever imagined. The night, I knew, would bring clarity, or perhaps, a deeper descent into the shadows.