POV: ENZO
Enzo sat in his hotel room, staring at his phone.
The news was everywhere.
VICTORIA ASHFORD CONFESSES TO DRUGGING INCIDENT
Socialite Arrested, Issues Public Apology
He'd watched the video three times.
Victoria crying. Confessing. Taking responsibility for something she didn't do.
And Enzo knew, knew what had happened.
His father had orchestrated this.
Had found a scapegoat. Had paid Victoria a fortune to confess. Had fabricated evidence.
Had cleaned up the mess exactly as he'd promised he would.
But at what cost?
Enzo's phone rang.
Antonio.
He answered immediately. "Father."
"Enzo." Antonio's voice was calm, controlled. "I assume you've seen the news."
"Yes."
"Then you understand what I've done. What I had to orchestrate to protect Isabella. To protect you. To protect this family from the disaster you were part of."
Enzo closed his eyes. "I did what you told me to do. I watched her back. I extracted her when things went wrong. Exactly as you ordered."
