Chapter 4 - WHAT LUCA BELLANDI LEFT ME
Roman's father had terrified me when I first met him.
Luca Bellandi rarely raised his voice.
He didn't need to.
He'd built the family's legitimate businesses from two warehouses into a network worth hundreds of millions.
He'd also inherited darker things.
Debts.
Enemies.
Rules nobody wrote down.
I married Roman at twenty-six.
Luca died two years later.
Before his death, he asked me one question.
“If Roman ever becomes more Bellandi than husband, will you tell him?”
I'd laughed nervously.
“I think he'd prefer you do that.”
Luca hadn't laughed.
“Promise.”
I promised.
Then forgot.
Now I understood.
The original trust gave me extraordinary authority over any assets transferred to Roman's future child.
Not Beatrice.
Not Roman.
Me.
Why?
Evelyn found a letter.
Cassandra,
If you're reading this, then either I'm dead or my family has become foolish enough to believe a child is an asset.
Possibly both.
Despite everything, I laughed.
Roman didn't.
The letter continued.
Luca had seen previous generations use marriages and children to secure alliances.
He wanted it stopped.
If Roman and I had a child, that child could inherit family wealth.
But no criminal commission.
No voting obligation.
No arranged marriage.
No alliance.
No requirement to continue Bellandi leadership.
And until twenty-five, I controlled the trust.
Not because Luca distrusted Roman completely.
Because he understood his wife.
Beatrice.
He wrote:
My wife loves this family enough to destroy anyone she believes threatens it.
Including family.
Roman read that line twice.
Then sat down.
Evelyn explained that the new trust documents I'd found were designed to supersede Luca's original protections.
They needed my signature because I was the controlling trustee.
If I refused?
The entire succession agreement failed.
That was why Beatrice needed leverage.
That was why the psychiatric file existed.
If I could be declared temporarily incompetent before Isabel's birth, an alternate trustee could sign.
“Who?”
I asked.
Evelyn turned the page.
Roman Bellandi.
I looked at my husband.
He looked sick.
“I didn't know.”
“I believe you.”
He stared at me.
That surprised him.
Then I finished:
“That doesn't make you innocent.”
He closed his eyes.
“I know.”
We obtained an emergency order preventing any alteration to the trust without independent review.
Roman signed an affidavit supporting it.
Then he did something I didn't expect.
He surrendered his alternate trustee authority voluntarily.
Evelyn looked at him.
“You understand what this means?”
“Yes.”
“You can't reverse it unilaterally.”
“Good.”
He signed.
I watched.
Part of me wanted to feel something.
Love.
Relief.
Vindication.
Mostly I felt tired.
Roman handed me the pen.
“I should have done that before you ever had to ask.”
“Yes.”
He left the hospital.
Not because I forgave him.
May you like
Because I asked him to leave.
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