Just like that, the final piece of truth was laid bare for all to see. The twins weren't just adopted children. They were Giada's children. Hers and Nico's all along.
Illegitimate. Hidden. Carefully concealed until now.
A wave of gasps swept through the crowd, even though the rumors had already been circulating in whispers.
"I knew it," someone muttered under their breath.
"Please, it was obvious," another added. "They said they didn't want kids, and then suddenly came back with twins? Who were they trying to fool?"
"God… poor Seraphina," someone said quietly, their voice filled with pity. "She raised someone else's children for eighteen years. Gave them everything. Love, time, even a piece of the Valente territory. And in the end, they turn around and call the woman who destroyed her marriage 'Mom.'"
The murmurs grew louder again, filled with sympathy, disbelief, and a hint of cruel fascination. In the far corner of the room, two of Don Salvatore's old soldiers stood with their arms folded, watching the scene with the rigid stillness of men who had been ordered not to intervene. Their jaws were tight.
All eyes turned toward me.
Some mocking. Some pitying. Some simply curious.
To them, I was the punchline of a cruel joke. The heiress of the most feared name on the Eastern Seaboard, humiliated at her own table.
They expected me to break. To scream. To cry. To lose control in front of everyone.
But I didn't.
Instead, I reached calmly into my bag and pulled out a folder of my own. Without a word, I tossed it onto the table, the motion deliberate and steady. The sound of it hitting the polished wood carried through the silent room like a gunshot.
"Since you've made your stance clear," I said evenly, my voice calm to the point of being unsettling, "let's settle this once and for all."
A ripple of shock moved through the room.
"Let's cut our ties here."
Gasps rang out immediately. No one had expected that. Not at a sit-down in the Valente estate. Not from the woman whose name was carved into the foundation of this house.
"You're just going to give them up?" someone whispered, stunned. "After everything you've done for them?"
Tessa let out a laugh, bright and unapologetic. "That's exactly what I wanted," she said without hesitation. She flipped her hair over her right shoulder, already reaching for the documents.
Neither of them showed even the slightest bit of doubt.
They picked up the documents and signed their names quickly, without a second thought, as if eighteen years meant nothing at all. As if everything I had given them could be erased with a few strokes of a pen.
Then they walked over to Nico and Giada, their movements light, almost celebratory.
The four of them stood together, smiling at one another like they had just won the lottery. Like this was the ending they had always wanted. Finally, they didn't have to pretend anymore. No more sneaking around. No more lies. They could play happy family out in the open, right here, under the Valente roof, surrounded by men who had once kissed my father's ring.
"Great," I said, smiling as well.
I had given them a chance. Even at the very end, I had hoped, just a little, that they might show a trace of humanity. A sliver of gratitude. Something.
But human nature is blinding. Like staring straight into the sun. Look too long, and you lose your sight completely.
Around us, people whispered in confusion, unable to understand how things had come to this. No one could quite grasp how someone like me, a Valente by blood, a woman who had built an empire worth billions through the Family's legitimate operations and the darker channels beneath them, could end up raising another woman's children like some tragic fool.
"Seraphina," Nico said coldly, his tone stripped of all pretense now. He tugged the cuff of his left sleeve down over his wrist. "This party has nothing to do with you anymore."
He glanced around as if already claiming everything in sight. The estate. The soldiers. The name.
"You can leave," he added. "And while you're at it, tell your parents to pack up too. The mansion is in my kids' names now."
I tilted my head slightly, a slow, knowing smile spreading across my face.
My thumb traced along the inside of my ring finger, where a wedding band once sat.
"Not so fast," I said lightly.
"This is still my children's graduation party," I continued, my voice steady, almost playful. "The celebration hasn't even started yet."
I paused, letting the words sink in. Somewhere behind Nico, one of his men shifted his weight. The room had gone very quiet.
"Why would I leave now?"
Then I turned my gaze toward the entrance, my expression calm but unreadable.
"Kids," I called out clearly, my voice carrying across the silent hall. "Come on in."
Every head in the room turned toward the doors.
The air seemed to freeze.
And then two students in crisp school uniforms stepped inside.
