Everything is a game, Roberto. You know that better than anyone. And right now, you’re losing.

"What are you doing here, Sofia?" he asked, his tone sharp. "I didn't call for you."

The door creaked open, and Sofia walked in without waiting for an invitation. She moved with the confidence of someone who had already won the war before it even began. Roberto's eyes moved sharply toward her, his expression hardening.

Sofia smiled, her lips curving in that seductive way that always got under his skin. "I don't need an invitation, Roberto. I thought you'd appreciate a little company."

Roberto clenched his jaw. He was tired of games, tired of distractions. "We're not playing games anymore. There's too much at stake."

She walked closer, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor. "Everything is a game, Roberto. You know that better than anyone. And right now, you're losing."

Her words hit a nerve. He had always prided himself on being one step ahead, on controlling every situation. But Sofia was right, he was losing. Bella was slipping through his fingers, Vito was closing in, and his empire, the one he had built with blood and sweat, was crumbling from within.

"Do you think I don't know that?" Roberto snapped, his temper flaring. "I'm not blind to what's happening."

Sofia tilted her head, studying him. "Then do something about it. If you let Bella continue, she'll destroy everything you've worked for. You need to act before it's too late."

Roberto turned away from her, his hands gripping the edge of the desk. "It's not that simple. She's more connected than you think. Giovanni, Vito, they're all waiting for me to make a move. One wrong step, and everything comes crashing down."

Sofia's eyes gleamed with a cold calculation. "That's why you need me, Roberto. Bella may be your wife, but I'm the one who can help you take her down. She's playing her own game, and I'm willing to bet she's closer to winning than you realize."

He didn't respond immediately, the weight of her words sinking in. Sofia had always been manipulative, always playing both sides, but now, she was offering him a way out. A way to save his empire, even if it meant destroying the woman he once loved.

"She's my wife," Roberto said finally, his voice quieter, as if trying to convince himself. "I can't"

"Wife or not, she's your enemy now," Sofia cut in, her voice icy. "She's plotting against you. You either strike first, or she will."

Roberto stared at the wall, his mind racing. It was true. Bella wasn't the same person anymore. She had grown strong, too strong, and her alliances were shifting in dangerous directions. If he didn't act, she would topple everything.

Sofia stepped closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "You have to make a choice, Roberto. It's her or you."