Five Years Buried — The Manhattan Townhouse

Yes, I am Lena Hart. You let me bury you. You signed the papers. Because they brought me your death certificate. You believed it. Because I was losing my mind. Don't yell at my mom. Dante Dante looked down at him. The rage in his face cracked. I am not going to hurt her.

You better not. Dante almost smiled. You ran from me. You hid my son. You changed your name. You lied to me first.

His expression froze. I stepped closer. You were not blind anymore. You knew who you were. Dante Moretti. Mafia heir. Rich. Powerful. Engaged to Valentina I was never engaged to her. You expect me to believe that?

He grabbed my wrist. Not hard enough to hurt. Come with me. No. His eyes moved to Theo.

Then for him. That was unfair, and he knew it. Dante took us to a townhouse in Manhattan, not one of those cold glass towers. This place had warm walls, thick rugs, and a child's room already prepared.

You have T-Rex? I was told boys like dinosaurs. I like space, too. Buy space.

The man nodded and disappeared. You are insane. I am catching up. You don't even know if he is yours.