Chapter 8 - The Betrayal Hidden In Plain Sight
The message from Elena changed everything.
Not because it revealed the existence of an enemy.
Simon Gambino had always known enemies existed.
Enemies were simple.
They wanted something.
Money.
Power.
Revenge.
Enemies could be identified.
Enemies could be confronted.
But betrayal was different.
Betrayal came from someone who knew your home.
Someone who knew your habits.
Someone who knew where you kept your memories.
Someone who knew exactly where to hurt you.
And now Simon knew one thing with absolute certainty.
The person who destroyed his family was still close.
Too close.
The ride back to the penthouse was silent.
Nobody spoke.
Even the security team understood that words would only make the weight inside the car heavier.
Simon sat in the back seat, holding Elena’s recorder.
He had not put it down once.
Natasha sat across from him.
She watched him carefully.
Not because she was afraid.
Because she understood.
This was not a man planning revenge.
This was a man grieving all over again.
Three months ago, Simon lost his wife.
Tonight, he discovered he never truly knew why.
“Simon.”
He looked up.
“You need to rest.”
His expression remained empty.
“Rest?”
“Yes.”
“How do I rest when the person who killed my wife is eating at my table?”
Natasha had no answer.
Because there wasn’t one.
The elevator doors opened at the penthouse.
Normally, Simon’s home felt like a place of safety.
Now it felt different.
Every hallway had a question.
Every room had a secret.
Every person inside could be a threat.
The twins were sleeping peacefully.
Completely unaware.
Natasha walked toward them immediately.
Simon watched.
That was the strange thing.
The entire world saw Simon Gambino as a dangerous man.
But every time Natasha saw him with his children, she saw someone else.
A father trying desperately to create a safe world for them.
A world that no longer existed.
“Come here,” Natasha whispered.
Simon looked at her.
“What?”
“Your son.”
She nodded toward the baby.
“He’s looking for you.”
Simon stepped closer.
Slowly.
Almost cautiously.
Like he was afraid he would disturb something fragile.
He picked up his son.
The baby immediately calmed.
Simon looked down.
For a moment, the entire investigation disappeared.
No enemies.
No betrayal.
No danger.
Only a father and his child.
Natasha watched quietly.
Then she noticed something.
The baby was holding something.
A small piece of fabric.
She looked closer.
“Where did that come from?”
Simon looked down.
“What?”
“The blanket.”
He examined it.
“It’s from their old nursery.”
Natasha froze.
“The old nursery?”
Simon nodded.
“Yes.”
“Why would it be here?”
Simon looked confused.
“I don’t know.”
Natasha carefully touched the fabric.
The twins had been moved to different rooms after Elena died.
Simon had changed everything.
New furniture.
New security.
New caregivers.
Everything.
“Who had access to the old nursery?”
Simon’s expression changed.
The question bothered him.
“Only family.”
There it was.
Again.
Family.
The word that kept appearing.
The word that kept hiding the truth.
Simon immediately called security.
“Check every camera from the last forty-eight hours.”
The guards moved.
Minutes passed.
Then one returned.
“Mr. Gambino.”
Simon looked at him.
“What?”
The guard hesitated.
“We found something.”
They moved to the security room.
The footage appeared on the screen.
A person walking through the hallway.
The image was unclear.
But the timing was clear.
Last night.
After midnight.
Someone had entered the old nursery.
Natasha leaned closer.
“Can you zoom in?”
The guard adjusted the image.
The figure became clearer.
Simon stared.
Because he recognized the movement.
The posture.
The confidence.
Someone who belonged there.
Someone who did not need permission.
The person turned slightly toward the camera.
And everyone in the room went silent.
Because it was not Marcus.
It was not a stranger.
It was someone Simon knew.
Someone he had trusted.
Someone he had protected.
“Impossible.”
The word escaped Simon quietly.
Natasha looked at him.
“Who is it?”
Simon did not answer immediately.
His eyes stayed on the screen.
Finally, he said:
“My sister.”
The room became completely silent.
Her name was Isabella Gambino.
Simon’s younger sister.
The person he had raised after their parents died.
The person he had protected his entire life.
The person who had always stood beside him.
Natasha looked at Simon.
“You think she did this?”
Simon looked away.
“I don’t know.”
But Natasha heard something underneath.
Pain.
Not suspicion.
Pain.
Because believing an enemy betrayed him was one thing.
Believing family did was something else.
Later that night, Simon asked Isabella to come to the penthouse.
Natasha stayed nearby.
Not because she wanted to spy.
Because she knew Simon needed someone who would see clearly.
The doors opened.
Isabella walked in.
She was elegant.
Confident.
Beautiful.
The kind of person who belonged in expensive rooms.
She looked at Simon.
“What happened?”
Simon did not answer.
Instead, he placed the photograph on the table.
Then the recorder.
Then the security footage.
Isabella’s expression changed.
Only slightly.
But enough.
Simon noticed.
“You knew.”
Her eyes moved toward him.
“Simon…”
“You knew about Elena.”
Silence.
The silence was the answer.
Natasha felt her heart sink.
Because sometimes the truth was revealed not by words.
But by the moment someone stopped pretending.
“Tell me.”
Simon’s voice was quiet.
“Tell me why.”
Isabella looked down.
“I was trying to protect you.”
The words shocked him.
“Protect me?”
“Yes.”
“By lying to me?”
Her eyes filled with emotion.
“You don’t understand.”
“Then explain.”
Isabella took a deep breath.
“Elena discovered something.”
“What?”
“She discovered our uncle’s old operation.”
Simon frowned.
“Our uncle has been dead for years.”
“Yes.”
She looked at him.
“But his people were not.”
Natasha listened carefully.
“The organization didn’t disappear.”
Isabella continued.
“They changed.”
Simon stepped closer.
“And you knew?”
“Yes.”
The answer hurt him.
“How long?”
Isabella looked away.
“Years.”
The room became heavier.
Simon’s voice dropped.
“And Elena?”
Isabella closed her eyes.
“She found out.”
“What did you do?”
A tear appeared in Isabella’s eyes.
“I tried to convince her to stop.”
Simon froze.
“Why?”
“Because I knew what would happen.”
She looked at him.
“I knew if you found out, you would start a war.”
Simon stared.
“And instead, you let my wife die.”
Isabella immediately shook her head.
“No.”
The emotion in her voice was real.
“I didn’t kill Elena.”
Simon studied her.
“Then who did?”
Isabella looked toward Natasha.
Then back at Simon.
“The person who has been controlling everything.”
“Who?”
Her answer came quietly.
“The person you trusted with the entire family business after Elena died.”
Simon’s expression changed.
Because only one person fit.
The person who had access.
The person who handled everything.
The person who was always there when Simon was grieving.
Natasha felt the realization before he spoke.
“Victor.”
The restaurant manager.
The man who had been there from the beginning.
The man who knew Simon’s movements.
The man who knew Natasha.
The man who knew the twins.
Simon immediately reached for his phone.
But before he could call…
A message appeared.
From Victor’s number.
One sentence.
You finally figured it out.
Everyone froze.
Another message arrived.
But you’re too late.
Simon’s face changed.
“Where are my sons?”
The question echoed through the penthouse.
Natasha turned.
The nursery door was open.
Empty.
The twins were gone.
And for the first time since she entered Simon Gambino’s world…
Natasha saw true fear in his eyes.
Because this was no longer about revenge.
No longer about secrets.
No longer about the past.
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Someone had taken the two people Simon loved most.
And now the race to bring them home had begun.
