“Sir… Please Save My Mommy,” The Maid’s Toddler Cried — The Mafia Boss Froze — Part 2
Aleandro Duca had faced hundreds of dangerous situations in his life.
Ambushes.
Betrayals.
Enemies who smiled while holding weapons.
But nothing prepared him for the sight waiting at the end of that hallway.
Because the person lying on the marble floor was not an enemy.
It was Sophia.
The quiet housekeeper who had worked inside his home for months.
The woman he barely noticed.
The woman who had never asked him for anything.
And beside her…
was the woman he planned to marry.
Vivien Rossi.
The first thing Aleandro noticed was not the blood.
It was Vivien’s expression.
She was calm.
Too calm.
A person who accidentally hurt someone looked frightened.
A person who tried to help looked desperate.
But Vivien looked like someone who was already preparing her explanation.
That was when Aleandro knew.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
“Marco.”
His voice was quiet.
But everyone nearby immediately stopped moving.
Within seconds, Marco Bellini appeared.
He had served the Duca family for eleven years.
He knew Aleandro better than almost anyone.
And he immediately understood.
This was not anger.
This was something colder.
“Lock the estate.”
Aleandro looked toward the guards.
“No one leaves.”
“Yes, boss.”
The doors closed.
The gates locked.
Every phone inside the house was collected.
The Duca estate, which had always been impossible to enter…
became impossible to escape.
Emma stood frozen beside him.
Her small hands were shaking.
Aleandro looked down.
For years, he had been feared by grown men.
But this little girl was afraid.
Because her mother was hurt.
He slowly lowered himself.
The same man who never bent for anyone was now kneeling on the cold floor.
“Emma.”
She looked at him.
“Where is your mother?”
The child pointed.
Her voice trembled.
“Miss Vivien was there.”
Aleandro’s eyes moved toward his fiancée.
Vivien immediately stepped forward.
“Aleandro, please listen.”
Her voice was soft.
Perfect.
“I was trying to help her.”
Aleandro said nothing.
Vivien continued.
“She slipped near the mirror. I found her and tried to move her somewhere safe.”
A pause.
“She must have hit the glass when she fell.”
Aleandro looked at the shattered mirror.
Then at Sophia.
Then back at Vivien.
“No.”
The word was simple.
But it changed the room.
Vivien stopped.
“What?”
“No one moves an injured person across broken glass.”
Her expression changed slightly.
“Anyone trying to help would have called for assistance.”
Aleandro pointed toward the hallway.
“There are emergency buttons.”
“One beside the mirror.”
“One near the stairs.”
“One near the entrance.”
His eyes narrowed.
“You knew where they were.”
Silence.
Because he was right.
He had shown Vivien every security feature in the house.
She knew.
A doctor arrived within minutes.
Sophia was rushed to the private hospital owned by the Duca family.
Emma refused to let go of Aleandro’s hand.
The entire ride, she held onto his fingers.
Not because she knew who he was.
Not because of his reputation.
Because at that moment…
he was the only person who could save her mother.
When they reached the hospital, Aleandro gave one order.
“Emma stays with me.”
The nurses looked surprised.
Nobody questioned him.
Hours passed.
Aleandro sat outside the emergency room.
A man who controlled thousands of people.
A man who could destroy enemies with a phone call.
But now he could only wait.
Finally, the surgeon came out.
“She is alive.”
Aleandro closed his eyes briefly.
“She has several cuts, a concussion, and two broken fingers.”
“But she will recover.”
For the first time that night…
Aleandro breathed.
Then he entered the room.
Sophia was awake.
Barely.
Her face was pale.
A bandage covered her forehead.
When she saw him, her eyes filled with fear.
Not fear of him.
Fear of what she needed to say.
“Mr. Duca…”
“Emma is safe.”
Those words immediately relaxed her.
“She is with my nurse.”
Sophia closed her eyes.
A tear rolled down.
Then she whispered:
“There is something you need to know.”
Aleandro sat closer.
“I’m listening.”
Sophia looked at him.
“It is about your brother.”
The room became silent.
Aleandro froze.
Because there was one name nobody mentioned in the Duca family.
Damiano.
His younger brother.
A man who had supposedly died ten years earlier.
A man whose portrait remained covered in black cloth inside the memorial hall.
A man whose death had changed Aleandro forever.
“What about him?”
Sophia swallowed.
Then said:
“Damiano is alive.”
For ten years, Aleandro believed he had lost his brother.
The official story was simple.
Damiano died during a failed operation.
A mission called Black Serpent.
A betrayal.
An ambush.
Everyone died.
Except Aleandro.
He carried the guilt.
He carried the blame.
He believed his decisions had sent his brother to his death.
But now Sophia was telling him…
his brother had survived.
“Explain.”
His voice was barely above a whisper.
Sophia began.
Ten years earlier, Damiano had survived the attack.
He escaped.
But he believed something worse than death.
He believed Aleandro had betrayed him.
Someone had convinced him his own brother had sacrificed him for power.
“He spent ten years trying to find the truth,” Sophia said.
“He never stopped.”
Aleandro stared at the floor.
“Why didn’t he come home?”
“Because he thought you hated him.”
The words hurt more than he expected.
Because for ten years…
both brothers had been suffering from the same lie.
Sophia told him the rest.
After surviving the attack, Damiano disappeared.
He changed his identity.
He lived quietly.
Then he met Sophia in Colorado.
A simple diner.
A quiet life.
And eventually…
Emma was born.
Aleandro looked toward the window.
The little girl sleeping in the hospital chair.
His niece.
His brother’s daughter.
All this time…
she had been inside his home.
And he never knew.
Sophia reached into her bag.
She pulled out a small brown rabbit.
Emma’s rabbit.
She opened a hidden seam.
Inside was a small black flash drive.
“Damiano gave me this.”
“He told me if I ever needed to protect Emma, I should give it to the person in the Duca family who never lied.”
Aleandro looked at the drive.
“Why me?”
Sophia’s eyes softened.
“Because he said the person who still had a heart would be the one who cried.”
Aleandro looked away.
Because he hated that she was right.
He spent the next two hours reading everything.
The flash drive contained years of evidence.
Documents.
Recordings.
Financial transfers.
Names.
And one name appeared again and again.
Vivien Rossi.
She wasn’t just involved in tonight’s attack.
She had been involved from the beginning.
Ten years earlier, she had helped create the betrayal between two brothers.
She had sold information about the Black Serpent operation.
She had created the illusion that Aleandro betrayed Damiano.
Then she waited.
Waited until enough time passed.
Waited until she could enter Aleandro’s life.
Marry him.
Gain control.
The wedding was not about love.
It was about power.
Aleandro returned to the estate before sunrise.
Vivien was waiting.
She was still beautiful.
Still composed.
Still pretending.
But now he saw everything.
The smile.
The calculation.
The lie.
He entered her room.
She stood immediately.
“Aleandro, I can explain.”
He placed two things on the table.
The financial records.
And the evidence.
Her expression changed.
Only slightly.
But enough.
“You understand now.”
It wasn’t a question.
Aleandro stared at her.
“Why?”
Vivien laughed softly.
Not happily.
“I was twenty-three years old when my father told me what my purpose was.”
“He told me women like me do not inherit power.”
“They obtain it.”
She admitted everything.
She had spent years building the plan.
The marriage.
The alliance.
The control.
“But you made one mistake,” Aleandro said.
Vivien looked at him.
“What?”
“You thought I was alone.”
He walked away.
No shouting.
No violence.
Just a decision.
“Take her to the lower wing.”
Vivien’s face changed.
“Aleandro.”
He stopped at the door.
“For ten years, I believed I lost my brother.”
A pause.
“I will not spend another day protecting the person who took him from me.”
But Aleandro did not know the danger was not over.
Because while Vivien was exposed…
someone else was moving.
Someone who had been waiting in the shadows for ten years.
The next morning, Sophia’s hospital room was empty.
Emma was gone.
And Aleandro received a message from an unknown number.
Only one sentence.
“If you want your niece back, bring Damiano home.”
Aleandro stared at the screen.
Because he finally understood.
Vivien was only one piece of the betrayal.
The real enemy had been waiting all along.
And now…
the two brothers who were separated by a lie for ten years…
would have to reunite to save the little girl who brought them back together.
