It’s time to take Roberto down.

Bella sat in the darkness of her father's study, her fingers tracing the intricate patterns on the wooden armrest of the chair.

"Bella," came a voice from the doorway, pulling her from her thoughts.

She looked up to see Vito standing in the shadows, his tall frame leaning against the door frame. His presence was as imposing as ever, but there was a softness in his expression that she wasn't used to seeing.

"Vito," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Vito leaned forward, his eyes hardening. "The war has already started, Bella. Roberto is working with Sofia, and you know what that means. He's aligning himself with the very people who want to destroy us. If you don't act soon, we'll lose everything."

Bella swallowed hard, her mind racing.

"I won't let him take everything from us," she said, her voice stronger now. "I'll make sure he pays for what he's done."

Vito nodded, his lips curling into a grim smile. "Good. I have a plan."

Bella's heart raced as she leaned forward, eager to hear what her brother had in mind. She trusted Vito more than anyone, and if anyone could help her take Roberto down, it was him.

Meanwhile, in the penthouse, Roberto stood by the window, staring out at the city below.

Sofia's offer had been tempting, and Sofia had given him the opportunity to seize it. But the cost, the cost was steep. Bella would never forgive him for this, and Vito would make sure of it.

The door to the penthouse opened, and Sofia walked in, her eyes glittering with the same dangerous charm that had first drawn him to her. She moved with confidence, as if she already owned the room, and Roberto felt a bit of regret. He had let himself fall under her spell, and now there was no turning back.

"We're ready to move," Sofia said, her voice smooth as silk. "Vito won't know what hit him."

Roberto turned to face her, his jaw clenched. "Vito's not going to go down easily. He's more dangerous than you think."

Sofia smiled, a wicked glint in her eyes. "Let me worry about Vito. You just focus on holding your empire together."

Roberto stared at her, a sinking feeling settling in his gut. He had never fully trusted Sofia, and now, more than ever, he was beginning to see the cracks in their alliance.

Back in her father's mansion, Bella stood in front of the large mirror in her room, staring at her reflection. She barely recognized the woman looking back at her. Gone was the loving wife who had once believed in the power of unity, the woman who had trusted in her marriage and in the man she loved. Now, there was only anger and determination.

She pulled out her phone and dialed a number she hadn't called in months. The line rang once, twice, and then a familiar voice answered.

"Bella," the voice said, surprised.

"I need your help," Bella said, her voice steady. "It's time to take Roberto down."

There was a pause on the other end of the line before the voice responded, "I'm in. Tell me what you need."

Bella hung up the phone, her heart racing. This was it. The war had begun, and she was ready to fight.