“Marello,” Isabella began, her voice dripping with artificial warmth. “What is the meaning of this? And who is this… child?”
Marello didn’t stop until he stood directly in front of the dais. He leaned down, placing a hand on Leo’s shoulder. “This,” he announced, his voice booming through the hall, “is the true heir to the Vitali name. And this,” he signaled to the security team who had already surrounded the exits, “is the end of your reign, Isabella.”