CHAPTER 74

MATTEO'S POV

The vase shattered against the wall, ceramic fragments raining down like hail. The sharp crack echoed through the room, but the silence that followed was heavier.

My chest heaved, jaw clenched tight, hands twitching at my sides.

“She was mine,” I muttered, pacing like a caged animal. “She was always mine.”

Leon and Marcello stood near the doorway, arms crossed, silent as statues. They knew better than to interrupt me when I was like this. But the tension in the room crackled like a storm. I could feel their unease.

I ran a hand through my hair, digging my fingers into my scalp. “I talked to her. I tried to make her see sense. I told her Aleksandr was dangerous. Manipulative. Cold. But she looked at me like I was the monster.” My voice broke on the last word. “He’s in her head. Twisting her.”

No one responded.

Leon finally spoke, his voice low. “At this point, Matteo… nothing we say or do will make her leave willingly.”