Chapter 12 - The Return
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The Costello safehouse was a massive fortress of concrete and steel, hidden deep in the mountains. When the armored SUV pulled through the gates, Clara felt a knot of dread twist in her stomach. Victoria was inside.
Damian carried the twins himself, his large arms cradling the small bundles as he kicked the front doors open. Clara followed closely behind, flanked by Luca and four armed guards.
Victoria was sitting in the grand parlor, sipping a glass of wine. When she saw Damian walk in holding the babies, her face drained of all color. The glass shattered on the marble floor.
"Damian..." Victoria gasped, rushing forward, her hands hovering as if to take them. "Oh my god. My babies. They're alive!"
Before she could touch them, Damian stepped back. His eyes were devoid of any warmth. "Don't touch them."
Victoria froze. "Darling, what's wrong?"
Then, Victoria saw Clara stepping out from behind the guards. The maid was dirty, bruised, and wearing Damian's coat. Victoria's eyes widened in sheer panic, recognizing the death sentence standing in her living room.
"She kidnapped them!" Victoria shrieked, pointing a shaking finger at Clara. "Damian, that psychotic bitch stole my children during the fire! Arrest her! Kill her!"
Damian didn't blink. He handed the babies to the waiting private doctor, who quickly whisked them upstairs. Then, Damian slowly unbuttoned his suit jacket.
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"I had a chat with Briggs in the car ride over," Damian said smoothly, walking slowly toward his wife. "He was very talkative after Luca removed his fingernails."
Victoria stumbled backward, hitting the edge of the sofa. "Damian, he's lying! Whatever he said, he's lying!"
