Chapter 14 - Brother Against BrotherDaniel entered the library like a man returning to property stolen from him.
Water dripped from his coat onto the polished floor. His armed men spread behind him. Celia stood between horror and relief, as if even she had not expected him to arrive through the front door.
Rowan kept his gun raised.
Dalia stood behind the sofa with Milo pressed against her side and Serena in front of them both. Bobby appeared at the hall entrance, teeth bared, blood on his muzzle. He was limping.
Dalia’s heart clenched.
“Bobby,” she whispered.
Daniel glanced at the dog. “Persistent animal.”
Rowan’s finger tightened near the trigger.
Daniel’s smile sharpened. “Shoot me, and your guard dies. Then the lights stay out. Then my friends outside come in. We can turn this beautiful old house into a historical tragedy before midnight.”
“You always talk too much,” Rowan said.
“And you always listen too late.”
Daniel looked around the room.
At Celia.
At Massimo.
At Serena.
At Milo.
Finally at Dalia.
“There she is,” he said softly. “The woman who mistook running for freedom.”
Dalia’s fear shifted.
It did not vanish.
It hardened.
“You mistook love for ownership,” she said.
The room went still.
Daniel’s smile faded.
For a second, she saw the man behind the manners. Small. Furious. Empty.
Then he laughed.
“You’ve grown brave in expensive rooms.”
“No,” Dalia said. “I was brave in a bus station with thirty-seven dollars and your child under my heart. This is easier.”
Serena turned slightly, staring at her.
Rowan did not look away from Daniel, but something in his posture changed.
Daniel stepped forward.
Bobby snarled.
“Call him off,” Daniel said.
“No,” Rowan replied.
Daniel looked at Celia. “Tell him.”
Celia’s face tightened. “This was not our agreement.”
Dalia’s breath caught.
Agreement.
Daniel smiled. “Aunt Celia is upset because she paid the Rossis to remove Dalia quietly, and I interrupted.”
Celia’s eyes flashed. “You were supposed to wait.”
“I waited my entire life.”
Massimo moved toward Celia slowly. “You hired Rossi men?”
“To clean your mess,” she snapped.
“My mess?”
“You knew about Mara. You knew Daniel was building support. You let the girl stay. You let Rowan turn weakness into policy.”
Rowan said, “Enough.”
But Daniel was enjoying himself now.
“No, let her speak. I want Dalia to understand why everyone keeps looking at her stomach as if it belongs in a safe.”
Dalia lifted her chin. “Because of the trust.”
“Partly.”
Daniel reached inside his coat.
Three guns moved toward him.
Slowly, he removed a folded document sealed in plastic.
“This is Mara’s marriage certificate.”
The room stopped breathing.
Rowan stared.
Daniel’s eyes glittered.
“Yes,” he said. “Carlo married her. Quietly. Illegally, perhaps, depending on how generous the court feels about his first wife still being alive in a psychiatric facility under a false diagnosis.”
Serena made a sound like she had been struck.
Massimo whispered, “Impossible.”
Celia said nothing.
That was the proof.
Daniel looked at Rowan. “Our father did more than have an affair. He married my mother. Which makes me more than an embarrassment. It makes me a legitimate heir.”
Rowan’s face went blank.
Dalia felt the ground shifting beneath everyone.
“And my child?” she asked.
Daniel looked at her with unbearable tenderness.
“Our child becomes the cleanest continuation of my claim. A new generation. Unburdened by Serena’s failures, Milo’s inconvenient existence, or Rowan’s public image.”
Serena stepped back as if slapped.
Milo whispered, “I’m inconvenient?”
Dalia’s heart broke.
Daniel did not even look at the boy.
Dalia did.
“You are not,” she said firmly. “You are a child.”
Milo’s face crumpled.
Daniel’s mouth tightened. “Always sentimental.”
“No,” Dalia said. “Human.”
He pointed the document toward her. “You will come with me tonight.”
“No.”
“You will give birth under protection.”
“Yours?”
“Mine.”
“You mean control.”
“I mean survival.”
Dalia laughed once. “You don’t know the difference.”
Daniel’s eyes went cold.
Outside, thunder shook the house.
Inside, Rowan lowered his gun slightly.
Not surrender.
Calculation.
“Daniel,” he said, “you want recognition.”
“I want what is mine.”
“Then take me to court.”
Daniel laughed. “You think courts decide families like ours?”
“No,” Rowan said. “I think the world decides when men like us bleed in public.”
For the first time, Daniel hesitated.
Rowan continued, “You kill a pregnant woman tonight, you become exactly what Celia says you are. A problem to erase. You let her live, you have leverage.”
Daniel looked at Dalia.
She understood then.
Rowan was buying time.
For what, she did not know.
Then Bobby moved.
Not toward Daniel.
Toward Milo.
The dog shoved the boy backward just as one of Daniel’s men shifted his gun.
A shot exploded.
Glass shattered.
Everyone screamed.
The room erupted.
Dalia felt hands grab her from behind.
Not Daniel.
Not Rowan.
Celia.
The old woman’s fingers dug into Dalia’s arm with surprising strength.
“This way,” Celia hissed.
Dalia fought.
But Celia pressed something sharp beneath her ribs.
“Quiet, or the child dies here.”
Dalia froze.
The library filled with shouting, gunfire, smoke, Bobby’s roar.
Celia dragged her through a hidden door behind the bookcase.
The last thing Dalia saw was Rowan turning, eyes finding hers across chaos.
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Then the wall closed between them.
And Celia pulled her into the dark.
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