The grand sitting room swallowed them the moment they stepped inside.
For years that room had been the heart of the Moretti house—a place where arguments, sometimes laughter, family dinners and quiet evenings had all existed under the same chandeliers. Tonight it felt different like privious occasions.
Smaller.
The air inside seemed heavy, like the walls themselves had absorbed too much noise from the outside world and were now struggling to hold it.
Clara Moretti was the first to notice them.
She sat at the edge of the velvet sofa facing the muted television, her posture stiff and unnatural, like someone who had forgotten how to relax hours ago. Her hands were twisted tightly in her lap, fingers locked together so hard the knuckles had gone pale.
The television behind her flickered constantly.
The same footage again.
The ruined police station.
Smoke rising through shattered concrete.
Emergency lights painting the rubble in pulses of red and blue.
Stretchers.
Covered bodies.
When Vincenzo crossed the threshold—supported by Cathy, his injured leg dragging slightly—Clara's entire body jerked.
Her eyes widened instantly.
Not with relief.
With fear.
The kind of fear that only appears when someone realizes the world has begun looking at the one who you knew is something far worse.
"Vincenzo…"
His name barely escaped her throat.
She stood too quickly, her knees almost giving out before she caught herself on the back of the sofa.
Her gaze moved over him slowly.
The blood.
The torn fabric around his leg.
The way Cathy held him up.
The calm expression he wore.
Then the television flashed the explosion again behind her.
Clara's breath caught sharply.
"They're saying…" she whispered.
Her voice trembled.
"They're saying dozens are dead."
The words came slowly, like each one had to fight its way out of her chest.
"Police officers… civilians… the witness…"
Her eyes flicked toward the screen again.
"And you walked out right before it happened."
Her lips trembled.
"Like you knew."
She didn't accuse him, But she knew he did it.
And the thought hovered in the room.
Behind Clara, Isabella had been standing silently.
she stepped forward.
Nobody stopped her because they all knew in this moment, this matter wasn't like usual, because of this everyone has something to say despite their fear.
Isabella stopped after coming forward not too much but just infront of their mother, her usually calm expression had hardened into something strained and conflicted. Her eyes were red from crying, but there was anger behind them too.
"You stood there," she said quietly.
Her gaze locked on her once innocent brother.
"The destruction behind you."
She pointed toward the television.
"They're replaying it everywhere."
The explosion filled the screen again.
Vincenzo standing motionless.
The building erupting behind him.
Isabella let out a short, bitter laugh.
"Do you know what it is?"
Her voice cracked slightly.
"They're calling it terrorism."
"International channels are running it nonstop."
"Every analyst on television is saying the same thing."
Her eyes flicked toward him again.
"That it wasn't just gang fight."
"That it was terrorism."
"That the devil finally showed his hand."
Her voice softened slightly.
"And you didn't even care how many you hurted."
The anger drained from her shoulders suddenly.
"I hate this," she whispered.
"I hate what this family's name has become."
She wiped a tear from her cheek.
"And you the once my little brother, became something worse."
Her voice dropped even lower.
"And that terrifies me."
Though deep down she is relieved that vincezho is ok but she still can't stop the feelings in her heart.
what he does and how much it had effected her life.
even now she could bearly say these words otherwise she can't even talk without fear infront of him.
Across the room, Lucia sat curled into a corner near the small bookshelf.
Her knees were pulled tightly to her chest, arms wrapped around them like a shield. She looked smaller than usual, but the resentment in her eyes had been building for years.
Now it surfaced again.
"You did this," she said quietly.
Her gaze didn't leave Vincenzo.
"Not just the blast."
She sniffed angrily.
"But everything around it."
"You always know what's happening before anyone else."
"You know how your shadow effects my life, i said it before too but you don't care."
Her voice shook.
"And the rest of us just… live in whatever shadow you leave behind."
A tear slid down her cheek.
"I hate that."
"I hate how everyone looked at me before, how everything like that will only increase from now on.
She looked away.
"I hate that every time something like this happens…"
Her voice cracked, her head dropped her voice now very small that no one can hear.
"I still pray you're safe."
Near the large window overlooking the courtyard, Antonio stood with his fists clenched.
Unlike the others, his expression carried something close to admiration.
The reckless fire in him hadn't dimmed.
If anything, tonight it burned stronger.
"You walked out," he said slowly.
"They had you surrounded."
He glanced toward the television again, his excitement and ectecy bearly can be hidden.
"And then the whole building disappeared, witness gone."
His eyes returned to Vincenzo.
"You're untouchable."
There was fear in his voice, along with worship and awe.
"I'd follow you anywhere big brother."
Beside him, Nick paced back and forth restlessly.
Nick had always been arrogant—quick to laugh, quicker to fight—but tonight even he looked shaken not from fear but excitement.
"This is insane," he muttered.
"Everyone is saying big brother is invincible."
"They're saying only someone with a network like big brother could pull something like that off."
He ran a hand through his hair.
"And the best part?"
He looked at vincezho in ecstacy wishing to be part of it yet knowing his time isn't there yet.
"Now everyone knows who rules the city actually from entire country."
But suddenly his gaze shifted cathy though he always takes her sides whenever she does something and even beaten many people with antonio because she had asked before but now it's different, he calmed himself.
"Cathy why did you go there"
"You know before this even though we were known but it was not publicly"
"And now your face is known throughout not only city but also in entire country"
He said this because he knows that even though they had lived recklessly, their identity wasn't know to all the city because of vincezho's arrangements.
people who knew about their relationship won't reveal in fear, vincezho did this to keep them safe but now cathy reveled herself.
Silence fell again.
Hearing him remind them, everyone straightaned their back and thought.
For years the Moretti family had existed mostly in the shadows.
People knew the name Vincenzo Moretti.
They whispered it.
They feared it.
But the family itself?
They had never been visible.
Never photographed.
Never connected.
The public never knew how many of them existed.
That illusion shattered tonight.
Anna though afraid of vincezho stepped forward then.
Her gaze was fixed on Cathy.
"Someone in the crowd recognized you."
Her voice was calm yet, but tension ran beneath it.
she took glances at vincezho, seeing for any displeasure because if he did she would shut up but as family member she needs to say.
She took a breath to calm herself as she just looked cathy hoping vincezho won't take her words as offence and realize that what she will say is necessary for cathy.
"They shouted your name."
Elena joined her beside the sofa with same thoughts like her.
"And it spread through the crowd immediately."
"They started shouting 'Moretti.'"
"They realized who you were."
Anna continued quietly.
"And cameras caught it."
Her eyes softened slightly as she looked at Cathy.
"For years he hidde members of this family for our protection."
"No photographs."
"No public appearances."
"No online accounts"
"No connections anyone could trace."
Her voice lowered.
"That protection is gone now."
Clara turned toward Cathy sharply.
"You should have stayed home!"
The words burst out of her.
"You ran straight into that crowd after school!"
Her hands shook violently now.
"Do you know what they're saying online?"
"They have your face now!"
"They have your name!"
"They're calling you his little devil!"
Cathy said nothing.
Her arm remained steady around Vincenzo.
Anna sighed quietly.
"You put yourself in front of a mob."
"What if those rocks had hit you instead?"
Elena shook her head.
"The crowd wasn't thinking."
"They were angry."
"They would have torn anyone apart."
Isabella rubbed her eyes tiredly.
"Cathy… you're smarter than this."
"You saw the explosion."
"You saw what people were doing."
"And you still ran into it."
Her gaze flicked toward Vincenzo.
"For him?"
Lucia muttered from her chair again.
"Great."
"Now they'll come after you."
Near the fireplace, Rafael and Marco stood silently.
Both men had once believed they understood how the world around them worked.
Tonight had shaken that belief.
Rafael spoke first.
"The international attention has already started."
"Investigators will arrive."
"Journalists too."
Marco nodded.
"They're going to dig."
"They'll look for anyone connected to this family."
Frank stood quietly beside Klein near the far wall.
Frank, always the more thoughtful one, spoke carefully.
"The problem isn't just the explosion."
"It's about security of country."
He gestured toward the television.
"That image will define everything now."
Klein adjusted his glasses slightly.
"The way you stood and said."
"Standing there."
"Asking if they believed you were innocent."
"And then the explosion."
He looked at Vincenzo.
"No one will accept to have the person who did this because free even if clear evidence isn't there according to law."
Through all of it—
Vincenzo had not reacted once.
His expression remained exactly the same.
He did not even looked at anyone he was like a statue.
The same stillness.
The same unreadable calm.
And somehow that frightened them more than anything else.
Clara's hands trembled as she gripped the sofa.
"Vincenzo…"
Her voice broke again.
"Please tell us what to do."
Her eyes were pleading because she doesn't want cathy her niece or anyone in family get harmed as this matter is too big.
"They're calling us devils too."
She shook her head weakly.
"But you…"
The words failed her.
Isabella whispered quietly,
"I'm scared of you."
"And I'm even more scared of what happens now, because what you did this time isn't simple no never was and once you face your karma all of us will be implicated."
Antonio along with nick stepped forward, as a support for their brother because they doesn't like how they are talking to him though they also knows it's mostly true and their words are for safety of family.
"Whatever you need, brother."
Rafael nodded.
"The world is watching."
"We need to know what you want us to do."
Marco stayed silent.
Near the doorway, Luca and Enzho stood quietly behind Vincenzo.
They had already spoken earlier.
Now they simply waited.
Though they wanted to stop others earlier but did not because they know this talk shouldn't be avoided.
Like everyone else.
Vincenzo's gaze moved slowly across the room.
His mother.
His sisters.
His cousins.
His uncles.
His aunts.
Cathy beside him.
Still holding him up.
The television behind them showed the explosion again.
Fire swallowing the police station.
Finally, he spoke.
His voice was calm.
Quiet.
Final.
"Rest."
A single word.
But in the silence of the Moretti mansion, it carried the weight of an order no one dared disobey.
And in that moment every person in that room felt the same realization settle over them.
They feared him more tonight than they ever had before.
Because the man they had always known as family had just become something far larger than any of them.
Something the entire world was now trying to name.
The genius devil