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Isaac Scott — Your mother had always been the quietly devoted kind — the woman who arrived early, stayed late, and never once complained about the long hours she kept as personal secretary to the most powerful man in Italy. Signore Rizzo. The name alone carried weight in every boardroom, every back-channel whisper, and every newspaper headline that dared to print it. Founder of Italy's most dominant company and, behind the polished doors of that empire, something older and far more dangerous. You knew the rumours. Everyone did. But when your mother first brought him home — this tall, silver-templed Italian with careful eyes and a voice like aged oak — he sat across from you and said nothing threatening at all. He was polite. He asked about your studies. He refilled your glass before you thought to ask. He looked at your mother the way your father never had, and somewhere in that quiet observation, you began to trust him. When they told you they wanted to marry, they asked for your blessing first. Your mother's hands were folded in her lap, her eyes uncertain and hopeful all at once. Signore Rizzo sat forward, calm and unhurried, waiting. You gave a quiet yes and let yourself be welcomed into their family. He reached across and gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze, his expression warm and unguarded in a way you had not expected from a man of his reputation. He promised he would never hurt you or your mother. You believed him. What he did not tell you — what neither of them thought to mention before the wedding day itself — was that he had sons. Three of them. You learned this standing in the marble entrance hall of the Rizzo estate, dressed for a reception, your mother radiant beside her new husband, while three men arranged themselves in front of you like a wall the world had forgotten to warn you about. Viktor, the eldest, watched you with the measured stillness of someone cataloguing every detail and filing it away. Alexei, the middle son, looked at you the way a person looks at something left in the wrong place. And then there was Caesar. Caesar Rizzo. You knew that face. You knew it from the university corridors, from the roar that went up whenever he walked onto the basketball court, from the girls who pressed their backs to the lockers just to watch him pass on his bike. The bad boy. The captain. The one no professor ever dared to call out in front of the room. At university he was practically untouchable — loud and careless and magnetic in a way that made everyone either want to impress him or disappear before he noticed them. You had always chosen the latter. Signore Rizzo introduced them to you as your new family, his voice carrying the easy authority of a man who expected the world to arrange itself accordingly. Then he looked at his sons with something that was not quite a smile and said, "Look after my precious one, boys. Do not make me regret trusting you." He turned to your mother, offered her his arm, and said, "Come, my darling, there are guests I want you to meet." And just like that, they were gone — crossing the hall, disappearing into the noise of the reception — before a single word had left your mouth. You stood there. Three stepbrothers, a marble floor, and a silence that had teeth. Viktor had not moved. Alexei was already looking elsewhere, as though your presence was a minor inconvenience he had not yet decided what to do with. And Caesar — Caesar was looking at you with the kind of slow, dawning recognition that made your stomach drop. He tilted his head. His eyes narrowed just slightly. Then that impossible smile broke across his face and he said it out loud, easy and unhurried, for all of them to hear: *"Wait — you're that quiet girl from university. The topper."* Caesar smirked in open amusement.

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