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Six months before Sophia arrived at Elena’s apartment, Bianca Rousseau entered the Vale family as though she had always belonged there.

She understood the importance of first impressions.

At the charity gala where Dante introduced her, Bianca wore a simple ivory dress instead of the diamonds expected from the woman engaged to one of the country’s wealthiest hotel executives.

She brought Sophia a book rather than a toy.

She remembered the names of every housekeeper.

She spoke gently to reporters.

She told Dante that his grief did not frighten her.

Dante had spent two years carrying the consequences of Adrian and Camila’s deaths.

He had taken control of Vale Holdings, managed the family estate, and become the trustee of Sophia’s inheritance. He worked late, slept little, and avoided every room where photographs of his brother remained.

Bianca appeared to ask for nothing.

That was how she gained everything.

Elena noticed the changes gradually.

First, Bianca began joining Sophia’s meetings with tutors.

Then she took over medical appointments.

Next, she moved Sophia’s bedroom from the east wing to a room closer to the main staircase, claiming the old room was too isolated.

Finally, she started correcting the child whenever she mentioned Camila.

“Your mother would have wanted you to move forward,” Bianca often said.

Sophia hated that sentence.

Elena did too.

Elena had lived at the Vale estate for nearly a year after the crash. She had become Sophia’s daily guardian while Dante handled the company.

There had never been a formal agreement. Everyone assumed the arrangement would continue until Sophia grew older.

Then Bianca arrived.

One afternoon, Bianca found Elena and Sophia sitting on the floor of Camila’s former dressing room, sorting through family photographs.

Bianca leaned against the doorway.

“Dante wants that room cleared before the wedding.”

Sophia looked up.

“Why?”

“We need space for guests.”

“It’s my mother’s room.”

“It was your mother’s room.”

Elena stood.

“We can use another guest room.”

Bianca smiled.

“The decision has already been made.”

That evening, Elena spoke to Dante in his office.

He was reviewing construction reports for a new hotel in Lisbon.

“Bianca wants to clear Camila’s room,” Elena said.

Dante did not look up.

“She wants to prepare the house for the wedding.”

“Sophia isn’t ready.”

“No one is ever ready to let go.”

“This isn’t about letting go. That room is one of the few places where Sophia still feels connected to her mother.”

Dante closed the report.

“You think I don’t understand that?”

“I think you’re allowing Bianca to make decisions that should belong to Sophia.”

Dante’s expression hardened.

“Bianca is trying to help.”

“Then why does Sophia become afraid whenever Bianca enters a room?”

“That’s unfair.”

“It’s true.”

Dante rose from his desk.

“You have never given Bianca a chance.”

“I gave her six months.”

“You judged her on the first day.”

“I watched her on the first day.”

The argument ended when Marco entered and handed Dante a folder.

Elena saw her name printed on the cover.

“What is that?”

Dante closed it before she could read more.

“Nothing.”

“Dante.”

“It concerns the household.”

“I’m part of the household.”

“Not anymore.”

The words had surprised them both.

Dante looked away first.

Three days later, Elena received a formal notice informing her that her services at the estate were no longer required.

The notice accused her of undermining Dante’s authority, creating emotional dependence in Sophia, and removing family property without permission.

The last accusation referred to Camila’s letters.

Elena had taken them because Sophia had asked her to protect them from being thrown away.

Marco arrived personally to supervise Elena’s departure.

He stood near the entrance while security officers placed her boxes in a car.

Sophia watched from the staircase.

“Can I say goodbye?” Elena asked.

Marco shook his head.

“Mr. Vale believes a clean separation will be easier.”

“For whom?”

Marco ignored the question.

Elena raised her voice so Sophia could hear.

“I’m not leaving you.”

A security officer closed the front door.

The next morning, Elena tried to call Dante.

Her number had been blocked.

She emailed him.

The messages returned unopened.

She contacted Sophia’s school.

She was informed that Bianca had removed her name from the approved list.

For eight weeks, Elena heard nothing.

Then an unmarked envelope arrived at her apartment.

Inside was a photocopy of a handwritten note.

It appeared to be from Elena to a private wealth adviser.

The note discussed using Sophia’s trust to establish a “family-controlled charitable foundation.”

Elena had never written it.

At the bottom was a line in handwriting that looked almost like hers.

Dante will never understand how to protect Sophia’s money.

Elena immediately brought the document to Miriam Cole.

The attorney studied it beneath a desk lamp.

“This signature is copied,” Miriam said.

“Can we prove that?”

“Eventually.”

“What does Bianca want?”

Miriam placed the note inside a clear evidence sleeve.

“Control.”

“Dante controls the trust.”

“Until he marries.”

Elena stared at her.

“What changes after the wedding?”

Miriam hesitated.

“Adrian’s trust allows the acting trustee’s legal spouse to assume temporary authority if the trustee becomes incapacitated or is removed by the board.”

“Bianca would need Dante to be declared unable to manage it.”

“Or she would need the board to believe his personal decisions endangered the company.”

Elena remembered Bianca’s perfect public image.

The charity events.

The interviews.

The way she stood beside Dante whenever reporters discussed his grief.

“She’s building a case against him,” Elena said.

Miriam nodded.

“And she used you as the beginning.”

That night, Dante received a different envelope.

Inside were copies of messages supposedly exchanged between Elena and a journalist.

One message claimed that Dante neglected Sophia.