“Your father,” Leone began.

Marcello’s deep voice cut through the room like a blade. “What about him?”

“A few days ago, he met Azzurra in the library,” Leone said evenly. “He told her to seduce you.”

Marcello’s brows lifted, though the twitch of his jaw betrayed a spark of irritation. “Do you even realize what you’re saying? Who told you this?” His words came out low and gritted.

“I was there. I heard him myself,” Leone replied without ...