Silas's POV
I stared at the contract until the words started swimming in front of me. My brain refused to accept what my eyes were telling me. "What the hell would Vesta want with Bella Rossi?" The question escaped my lips in barely more than a whisper.
The document looked pristine, every letter crystal clear, but the content felt like a nightmare I couldn't wake up from.
The reality slammed into me like a freight train. Bella had agreed to be Vesta's surrogate.
I rubbed my eyes hard, hoping the text would somehow rearrange itself into something that made sense. Something that didn't turn my entire world upside down.
Surrogacy. My wife. How was any of this possible?
There had to be some mistake. New York was crawling with VALERIUS'Angelos. Hell, half of Little Italy probably had some distant cousin with our name. But that signature at the bottom of the page stopped my denial cold. I'd seen Vesta's signature a thousand times; it was unmistakably hers.
