The Janitor's Medallion: Billionaire's Tears at the Foster Home Floor

Donna's Last Card: A Threat That Cuts Deeper Than a Knife

The handcuffs clicked around Donna's wrists, but she didn't flinch. Instead, she laughed — a dry, brittle sound that echoed through the stairwell. "You think you're safe?" she spat, her eyes locked on Leo. "He's still marked."

Leo buried his face in Lorenzo's shoulder, his small body trembling. Sofia's hand tightened on her husband's arm. "What does she mean?" she whispered.

Donna's smile was a slash of red. "His birth certificate. The one I've been holding. It has the name of a dead woman on it — your sister, if I remember right." She tilted her head. "Or maybe you don't know about her."

Lorenzo's face went pale. "What are you talking about?"

"I was paid to make sure no one found him," Donna said, her voice low. "Paid to keep him invisible. And I've got records. Names. Dates. You want to play rich family? You'll have to get through me."

The officers exchanged glances. One of them pulled out a phone to call the station. But Donna wasn't finished. "There's a file," she said, "hidden in my office. It'll blow your little fairy tale apart. The boy isn't yours. He's a leftover from a deal your family buried years ago."

Sofia's hand flew to her mouth. "That's not true," she breathed.

Lorenzo looked at Leo, who was watching the exchange with wide, frightened eyes. "It doesn't matter," he said, his voice steady. "This boy is my son. DNA doesn't lie, and I'll burn this city down to prove it."

Donna laughed again. "Then you'll want to check his shoulder," she said. "Under the patch. He's got a birthmark that matches your sister's. You think that's a coincidence?"

Leo stirred, pushing at his flannel sleeve. A small, star-shaped mark sat on his skin, just below his collarbone. Sofia gasped. "That's Mother's mark," she whispered. "She used to show it to me when I was a child."

Lorenzo's jaw tightened. "You knew my sister," he said to Donna. "You're the one who took him."

Donna's smile faltered. "I did what I was paid to do," she said. "And I'll do it again if you try to cross me."

The officers stepped forward, reading her rights, but Donna's eyes never left Leo. "You'll never be safe," she said. "They'll come for him again."

Sofia pulled Leo closer. "No," she said. "No one will ever hurt him again. I swear it."

But as the officers led Donna away, her parting words hung in the air like a curse. "You haven't seen the last of me," she called over her shoulder. "The file is still out there. And it's got a name you'll recognize."