Chapter 10 - The Truth That Set Them Free
Nobody spoke.
The name remained on the paper.
Sebastian Ricci.
The man standing in front of us.
The man who had served the Duca family for sixty years.
The man who had protected Lorenzo’s father.
The man who had helped Thomas Carter uncover the truth.
The man whose name was now written as the person who started the entire investigation.
The silence was unbearable.
Finally, Lorenzo looked at Sebastian.
Not with anger.
Not yet.
With confusion.
A deeper emotion.
Betrayal.
“You.”
The word was barely audible.
Sebastian did not deny it.
He did not move.
Because there was no reason to pretend anymore.
“Yes.”
Lorenzo stared at him.
“You asked Thomas to investigate my family.”
“Yes.”
“You knew everything.”
“Yes.”
“And you let me believe my father was hiding something from me.”
Sebastian lowered his eyes.
“Yes.”
The honesty made it worse.
Marco would have lied.
Most people would have.
But Sebastian simply accepted every accusation.
Every painful truth.
Lorenzo stepped closer.
“Why?”
The old butler looked around the hidden room.
At Elena’s photographs.
At the documents.
At the evidence that had waited decades to be found.
Then he answered.
“Because I was the reason your grandfather’s mistake continued.”
Nobody moved.
Sebastian continued.
“Sixty years ago, I believed loyalty meant protecting the Duca name at any cost.”
His voice became quieter.
“I was young. I thought families survived because their secrets stayed hidden.”
He looked at Lorenzo.
“I was wrong.”
A pause.
“Families survive because they are brave enough to face the truth.”
The room was silent.
I looked at the man who had spent his entire life serving others.
And for the first time, I understood something.
Sebastian was not afraid of being hated.
He had expected it.
He had carried that possibility for decades.
“What happened?” Lorenzo asked.
The old man sat down slowly.
Like the weight of the memory had finally become too heavy to carry standing.
“Your grandfather, Antonio Duca, was not always cruel.”
That surprised everyone.
Sebastian looked at the old photographs.
“He was ambitious. Intelligent. Determined.”
A pause.
“He wanted to build something that would last.”
“And he failed?”
Sebastian nodded.
“Because he forgot the difference between protecting something and owning it.”
Lorenzo looked down.
“The stolen fortune.”
“Yes.”
Sebastian continued.
“The families who helped Antonio rebuild after the war trusted him. They believed they were creating something together.”
He looked at the documents.
“But Antonio slowly changed the agreements.”
“He took everything.”
“Yes.”
Nobody spoke.
“Your grandmother Elena discovered it first.”
Sebastian smiled sadly.
“She was the strongest person I ever knew.”
Lorenzo looked at the photographs.
“She tried to stop him.”
“Yes.”
“And you?”
Sebastian closed his eyes.
“I helped Antonio.”
The words hurt.
Even though everyone expected them.
“I helped hide documents. I moved records. I convinced people that silence was loyalty.”
A pause.
“Then Elena found out.”
“What happened?”
“She did not hate me.”
That surprised everyone.
Sebastian looked at the floor.
“She told me something I never forgot.”
“What?”
“She said, ‘Sebastian, the worst betrayal is not when someone hurts you. It is when someone helps you hurt others because they are too afraid to say no.’”
The room became quiet.
Because those words explained everything.
Sebastian had not been a villain.
He had been weak.
And sometimes weakness could create damage just as powerful as cruelty.
“So you contacted my father,” Lorenzo said.
Sebastian nodded.
“When Elena died, I knew the truth would disappear forever if nobody acted.”
“But why Thomas?”
A small smile appeared on Sebastian’s face.
“Because Thomas Carter was the only person I knew who would care more about the truth than the reward.”
I looked down.
My father.
The man who fixed broken toys.
The man who taught children.
The man who never chased power.
Of course Sebastian chose him.
“He came here,” Sebastian continued.
“He studied the symbols. The documents. The family history.”
“And he found everything.”
“Yes.”
“Then why didn’t he expose us?”
The old man looked at me.
“Because Thomas believed punishment was not the same as justice.”
My eyes filled slightly.
That sounded exactly like him.
“He wanted the truth revealed.”
Sebastian looked at Lorenzo.
“But he wanted Lorenzo Duca to have a chance to choose what happened next.”
Lorenzo looked away.
For the first time, I saw the burden of his inheritance.
Not money.
Not power.
A choice.
The choice his father and grandfather had avoided.
Alberto slowly picked up the documents.
“There is one thing I do not understand.”
Everyone looked at him.
“If Sebastian wanted the truth revealed, why hide everything again?”
Sebastian answered immediately.
“Because someone else discovered what Thomas was doing.”
The room changed.
The final piece.
The one they had not solved.
“Who?” Isabella asked.
Sebastian looked toward the door.
The same direction everyone had looked when they first entered.
“The person who wanted the Duca family to remain exactly as it was.”
Lorenzo’s eyes narrowed.
“Marco.”
Nobody answered.
But everyone understood.
The disappearance.
The power outage.
The attempt to escape.
Marco was not just afraid.
He was involved.
Then footsteps echoed outside the hidden room.
Everyone froze.
Slow.
Careful.
Approaching.
Lorenzo moved immediately.
He placed himself between Emma and the doorway.
Sebastian stood.
The old man looked tired.
But ready.
The door opened.
And Marco appeared.
But he was not alone.
Behind him stood two security men.
The same men who guarded the estate.
Lorenzo stared.
“Explain.”
Marco laughed quietly.
“You always were better at commanding than understanding.”
Lorenzo’s expression hardened.
“What did you do?”
Marco looked around the room.
At the documents.
The photographs.
The evidence.
“What Father should have destroyed years ago.”
Sebastian stepped forward.
“You.”
Marco looked at him.
“Still protecting them, Sebastian?”
The old butler’s face changed.
“You were the one.”
Marco smiled.
“Finally.”
I felt my stomach drop.
Because everyone had suspected him.
But hearing it was different.
Marco walked into the room.
“My entire life, I watched Lorenzo inherit everything.”
His voice became bitter.
“The respect.”
“The responsibility.”
“The approval.”
A pause.
“Even though he never understood what this family really was.”
Lorenzo stared at him.
“You destroyed your own family.”
Marco laughed.
“No.”
He looked around.
“I saved it.”
Nobody believed him.
Not anymore.
Marco pointed toward the documents.
“You think people want the truth?”
He shook his head.
“They want stories. They want legends. They want the Duca name.”
Lorenzo stepped forward.
“The Duca name was built on lies.”
Marco smiled.
“And people loved the lie.”
The room fell silent.
Then Emma spoke.
Quietly.
“Grandpa said something.”
Everyone looked at her.
Marco frowned.
“What?”
Emma looked at him.
“He said people who protect lies are scared of what happens when everyone knows they were never special.”
The words hit harder than anyone expected.
Marco stared at her.
A three-year-old child.
The one person in the room he could not intimidate.
And that was when everyone understood.
The codex had never been designed to find the smartest person.
It was designed to find the most honest one.
Lorenzo looked at Marco.
Then at the documents.
Then at Sebastian.
The truth was finally complete.
The betrayal.
The sacrifice.
The people who suffered.
The people who tried to fix it.
For sixty years, the Duca family had protected a name.
But they had forgotten the people behind it.
Lorenzo walked to the desk.
He picked up the final letter from Elena.
Then he looked at everyone.
“I know what my decision is.”
Nobody spoke.
“What will you do?” Isabella asked.
Lorenzo looked at the family name carved into the old room.
Then at Emma.
Then at me.
“I will tell the truth.”
Marco laughed.
“You will destroy everything.”
Lorenzo shook his head.
“No.”
A pause.
“I will finally build something that deserves to survive.”
For the first time, the Duca name did not sound like power.
It sounded like responsibility.
And standing in that hidden room beneath the estate...
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