Chapter 2 - THE MAN BESIDE THE EMPTY CHAIR
The silence in the dining room was absolute.
Forty of Chicago’s most powerful people sat completely frozen around the banquet table, their crystal wine glasses suspended in mid-air.
Luca Moretti stared at the man sitting next to Vanessa’s empty chair.
His name was David Vance. He was the syndicate’s chief wealth manager, the man who had supposedly spent the last six months organizing Luca’s wedding and restructuring the family’s legal assets.
David adjusted his expensive silk tie. His hands were shaking.
“Luca,” David said, his voice tight. “Your mother is confused. She’s had a long, emotional evening.”
“I’m not confused,” Teresa whispered, her voice trembling but her chin held high. “You came to my kitchen three years ago. You told Sofia that if she didn't leave the city, her children would be taken by the state. You told her Luca had already signed the papers.”
I stood behind Teresa’s chair, my heart hammering against my ribs.
I looked at Luca.
The color had completely drained from his face. His dark eyes, usually so composed and unreadable, were wide with a horrifying realization.
“David,” Luca said. His voice didn't rise. It dropped to a terrifying, dead calm. “Did my sister have children?”
Vanessa quickly stepped forward, placing her hand on Luca’s arm.
“Darling, please. Sofia was an addict. She was running with a dangerous crowd. We were trying to protect the family name.”
Luca slowly turned his head to look at his fiancée.
“We?”
Vanessa swallowed hard. “I mean the advisors. David. The legal team.”
“I asked you a question, David,” Luca said, ignoring Vanessa completely. He walked slowly around the table until he was standing directly behind David’s chair. “Does my sister have children?”
David cleared his throat. “She had twins, Luca. A boy and a girl. But she was unfit. We handled the situation quietly to avoid a public scandal.”
“You handled it,” Luca repeated.
“We relocated them,” David said quickly, sensing the shift in the room. “We placed them with a private, highly compensated guardian out of state. It was for their own good. And it was for yours.”
Teresa let out a broken sob. She grabbed the edge of the table, her knuckles turning white.
“They were your flesh and blood, Luca,” she cried. “She named the boy after your father.”
Answer one: Sofia’s children were secretly exiled to protect the syndicate’s pristine public image.
Open two: Who was the "highly compensated guardian," and where were the children now?
I felt sick to my stomach. For three years, Luca had believed his sister abandoned the family out of spite. He had forbidden anyone to speak her name in this house.
He didn't know she had been terrorized into leaving.
“Show me the paperwork,” Luca demanded.
David blinked. “Luca, this isn't the time or the place. We have guests—”
“Show me the goddamn paperwork, David!”
The shout echoed off the marble walls. Several guests flinched. Two security guards standing near the grand staircase immediately stepped forward, their hands resting on their holsters.
David frantically reached into his tailored suit jacket. He pulled out a folded piece of heavy parchment paper.
“It’s a permanent relinquishment of rights,” David explained nervously, handing it to Luca. “Sofia signed it willingly. We compensated her very well. She took the money and left.”
Luca unfolded the paper.
He stared at it for a long time.
The room was so quiet I could hear the wind howling against the massive glass windows of the estate.
Then, Luca looked up.
He didn't look angry anymore. He looked confused.
“Sofia didn't sign this,” Luca said quietly.
Vanessa’s breath hitched. “Of course she did, Luca. David witnessed it himself.”
Reversal: The signature on the document wasn't forged by Vanessa or David to get rid of Sofia.
“This isn't Sofia’s handwriting,” Luca whispered, staring at the ink. “This is my father’s handwriting.”
Teresa gasped.
I gripped the back of her chair. Luca’s father had died five years ago. Long before Sofia supposedly had her children.
“That’s impossible,” David stammered, his face turning pale. “I watched her sign it.”
“Then you watched a ghost,” Luca said, his eyes darkening with rage. “Because this is my father’s signature. Which means this document is a forgery from a shell company my father set up a decade ago.”
Luca dropped the paper onto the table.
He leaned in close to David’s face.
“Who really has my niece and nephew, David?”
Before David could answer, Vanessa suddenly stepped back from the table. Her beautiful face twisted into a mask of desperate panic.
She reached into her expensive clutch purse.
But she didn't pull out a phone.
She pulled out a tiny, tarnished silver child’s bracelet.
“David doesn't know where they are, Luca,” Vanessa said, her voice shaking violently. “Because Sofia didn't give them to a guardian.”
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Vanessa threw the silver bracelet onto the mahogany table. It clattered loudly against the crystal glasses.
“She sold them to a rival family,” Vanessa whispered. “And they are coming here tonight.”
