He Gave Me His Mistress’s Twins, So I Raised My Own Heirs in Secret

"Clara," my mother said, her voice trembling, the rosary beads still in her lap, "you were a sickly newborn. Fevers, one after another. One night your temperature shot up to a hundred and four, and your mother ran out into the middle of a storm, carrying you through the rain to get you to a doctor. No driver, no soldier at the door. Just her and you."

She turned to Evelyn. "And you. When you were sent to that convent school, you fell in with rough company. One night they slipped something into your drink. If your mother hadn't come through the door with help at exactly the right moment, God knows what would have become of you. She took ten wounds shielding you that night. If it weren't for her, you'd have been ruined long ago."

"And when you bled for the first time and were frightened half to death, who sat beside you? Who explained it all, so you wouldn't be afraid?"

The room fell silent. The old made men along the walls didn't move. The children had no answer, because somewhere beneath it all they knew it was true. I had raised them as my own blood.

A moment passed before Evelyn rolled her eyes, tilting her head just slightly. "You think I care? Whatever she did doesn't count. She's not my real mother."

Clara sneered, cracking his knuckles one hand at a time, puffing out his chest. "Exactly. Look at her. You think this broke woman deserved to be our mother? Not in a hundred years."

Then he slapped a folder down on the table. A blood test.

Just like that, it was out in the open. They were Gina Ferraro's bastards, poison smuggled into the heart of the Salvatore bloodline.

A murmur went around the room, though the whispers had been circling this table for years.

"I knew it," someone breathed.

"Come on, it was plain enough. They swore off children, then came back with twins? Please."

"Dio, poor Adriana. Eighteen years raising another woman's blood, handing them a fortune worth more than most Families see in a lifetime, and they turn and call the woman who wrecked her marriage 'Mamma.'"

Every eye in the room was on me. Mockery in some, pity in others. I was the joke of the night, the Donna made a fool at her own table.

They expected me to break. To scream, to come apart in front of the whole Family. Instead I drew out a folder of my own and laid it down on the wood.

"Since you say so," I said, my voice even. "Then let us cut the tie clean, here, in front of everyone." Another wave of murmurs rose. No one had braced for that.

"You're just going to give them up? After all of it?" someone whispered.

Evelyn laughed. "That's exactly what I wanted."

They signed without a breath of hesitation, then crossed the room to Vince and Gina. The four of them smiled at one another like people who had just been handed the keys to the whole city.

At last they could play the happy family out in the open, no more slipping through back doors like thieves in the night.

"Good," I said, and I smiled too.

I had given them their chance. If there had been a single grain of honor in them, I might have shown mercy. But there's a blindness in some men's nature, the kind that comes from staring at the sun. Look too long and you lose your sight for good.

No one at that table could understand it. How a woman who commanded an empire built over five generations, laundered cash flowing through a dozen fronts, had ended up raising another woman's brats like some tragic fool.

"Adriana, this celebration has nothing to do with you now," Vince said, his voice cold. He straightened his watch, glanced at it, that too-expensive watch running on borrowed time. "You can go. And tell your parents to pack their things. The estate is in my children's names."

"Not so fast," I said, and let a slow smile settle. Beneath the table, I turned my grandmother's ruby ring once around my finger. Twice. "This is still my children's graduation sit-down. The celebration hasn't even begun. Why would I leave now?"

Then I turned toward the door. "Come in, my darlings."

Every head in the room turned toward the entrance.

Two students in school uniforms walked in.