It had been a week since Leonardo told her about the letter.
A full week of pretending to be strong.
Elena had nodded quietly that night, swallowing the terror that rose in her throat as she heard the contents.
Someone wanted Aurora. Someone bold and dangerous enough to capture her mother and then send threats. But she hadn’t let Leonardo see her fear. Not then. Not in front of him.
But deep inside, she was terrified.
Since that night, Elena found herself constantly looking over her shoulder—even in the safety of the estate.
Her footsteps felt heavier, her breaths shallower. She’d hold Aurora a little tighter at night and check the locks on the windows twice before bed.
It wasn’t just about her anymore. She had a daughter to protect. Even if she wasn't hers.
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