Chapter 10 - THE SAPPHIRE PENDANT
The coffee cup slipped from my fingers.
It shattered on the kitchen floor, dark liquid pooling over the white tiles.
No one moved.
"Lily Bennett," Antonio repeated, his voice barely a breath.
I backed away until my spine hit the refrigerator.
"That's... that's a mistake," I stammered, my chest tightening. "My parents died in a car crash when I was ten. They were teachers. They weren't... mafia. They weren't Carusos."
Mr. Vance, the attorney, cleared his throat softly from the doorway.
"They were adoptive parents, Miss Bennett," he said gently. "Vincenzo arranged the adoption through a private agency in Boston. He ensured you were placed with a good, normal family. He paid for your upbringing from afar."
I stared at the antique sapphire necklace glittering in the velvet box.
My whole life had been a struggle. After my adoptive parents died, I fought for every penny, every meal, scrubbing floors to put my younger brother Thomas through school.
And all this time, my biological father was a millionaire crime boss.
"My brother," I gasped. "Thomas."
"Not your blood," Mr. Vance confirmed. "Your adoptive parents had him biologically three years after they adopted you."
I looked at Antonio. The ruthless, terrifying man I had served dinner to for thirteen months.
He was my half-brother.
"This is insane," I whispered, tears of shock welling in my eyes. "I’m a maid. I’m nobody."
Antonio slowly stood up.
He walked around the kitchen island, ignoring the broken porcelain and spilled coffee on the floor.
He picked up the gold necklace.
"You stood in front of a gun for a woman you thought was just your employer," Antonio said softly. "You risked your life for my nephew. You have more Caruso loyalty in your blood than Marco ever did."
He held the necklace out to me.
"Dad wanted you to have this. It was your mother's."
I reached out with trembling fingers. The gold was heavy. The sapphire was cold but caught the morning light beautifully.
As I touched it, a wave of profound grief washed over me. I finally knew where I came from.
But before I could clasp it around my neck, the heavy iron gates of the estate buzzed loudly.
Antonio frowned, looking at the security monitor on the wall.
Three black SUVs were idling at the front gate.
"Who is that?" I asked, wiping my eyes.
Antonio’s jaw tightened. "The Romano family."
Bianca's father.
Don Carmine Romano.
"They know we arrested Bianca," Antonio said, his voice dropping into that dangerous, cold register. "They're here for blood."
Evelyn stood up, pulling Leo behind her.
"Antonio," she warned. "No... war."
"I don't have a choice, Mom," Antonio said, pulling his weapon from his shoulder holster. "Carmine won't accept his daughter going to prison. He’s going to demand restitution. And if I don't give it to him, he’ll burn this city down."
He looked at me.
"Lily. Go upstairs with my mother. Now."
"But—"
"You are my sister," Antonio commanded, his dark eyes fierce and protective. "I just found you. I am not losing you today. Go."
I took Evelyn’s arm, and we hurried up the back stairs with Leo.
But as we reached the second floor landing, I looked out the massive bay window overlooking the driveway.
Don Carmine Romano stepped out of the lead SUV. He was an old, brutal-looking man with a silver cane.
He wasn't looking at Antonio, who stood on the front steps.
Carmine was looking up at the window.
He was looking directly at me.
And then, he pulled something from his pocket and held it up for me to see.
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It was a photograph of my brother, Thomas, walking into his nursing classes.
With a red sniper laser resting squarely on his chest.
