A week later, Clara was in her office at the villa—now their main headquarters—going over paperwork when Enzo knocked on the door. "Can I come in?" he asked.
"Of course," she said, looking up. "What's on your mind?"
He sat down in a chair across from her, his face serious. "I've been thinking about Salvatore," he said. "About all the things he did. The people he hurt. Including me."
Clara nodded. "It's okay to grieve," she said. "Even for someone who did terrible things. He was your family once."
"He was," Enzo said. "But he changed. I still don't understand how he could turn on us like that. On me."
Just then, Alessandro walked in with a folder. "I found something," he said. "In Salvatore's old office. It's a letter—written to his sister, who lives in another country."
He handed the letter to Enzo. Enzo read it slowly, his eyes widening as he went. When he finished, he looked up, tears in his eyes.
"He didn't do it for power," he said, his voice soft. "He did it because someone was blackmailing him. They had his sister—threatened to kill her if he didn't take over the family. He was trying to protect her."
Clara's heart ached. "So all of it—all the betrayal, all the violence—it was for love?"
Enzo nodded. "He didn't have a choice," he said. "He was trapped. Just like I was, when he lied to me about Milan."
Alessandro sat down beside him. "We can't change the past," he said. "But we can honor his memory by making sure no one else has to make that choice. By building a world where people don't have to choose between family and doing the right thing."