The pendant weighed heavy in Amara's palm, not just in metal but in meaning. She couldn't sleep. The truth clawed at her chest, louder than any war.
She called Chiara.
"Pull everything you can about my mother's death. Police reports. Autopsy. Witnesses. If they exist, I want them."
Chiara didn't hesitate. "On it."
Within hours, documents flooded her screen redacted reports, falsified statements, and photos that didn't match the scene her father once described. The deeper she looked, the more the lie unraveled.
Her mother had been investigating a money trail, one that led straight into an arms deal involving both the Morettis and the Romanos.
And she was silenced for it.
Her hands trembled.
Her war wasn't just about revenge anymore. It was about cleansing her family name.
And she would start with the one man who benefited from all of it