“She already knows,” Dante’s voice rang out, clear and commanding.

He stepped through the open door into the light.

Marcus spun around, his face turning pale as he saw Dante.

Vanessa gasped, taking a step backward against the crates.

“Russo,” Marcus stammered, his hands shaking.

“You are trespassing on my territory, Marcus,” Dante said, stepping further into the room.

I stepped into the doorway behind Dante, letting the light fall on my face.

Marcus’s eyes widened when he saw me.

“Alessia,” he said, taking a step forward. “Listen to me. It is not what you think.”

“I saw the records, Marcus,” I said, my voice steady despite the trembling in my knees.

“You targeted my family from the very beginning.”

Marcus looked at Vanessa, then back to me, his expression turning desperate.

“I had no choice,” he said. “The debts—they would have killed me.”

“So you decided to ruin my life instead,” I said.

“You do not understand the people I owe,” Marcus said, his voice rising in panic. “They do not just take money. They take lives.”

“And now you will lose yours,” Dante said, his voice deadly quiet.