A mafia billionaire freezes at a painting he thought depicted a dead woman—until three starving triplets reveal a truth that changes everything

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Downstairs, Dante stood in the security room beside Nico, watching thermal images move across the monitors.

“There,” Nico said. “East side.”

Malcolm had given Caruso the old map. The one showing a service tunnel beneath the garden.

Dante had expected that.

Caruso’s second team crawled through the tunnel and emerged into a storage corridor where the lights continue reading …