---- Chapter 6 Alessia POV: Agenuine scream tore from Valentina's throat. She scrambled out of the collapsing living room, her eyes wide with terror. She ran onto the manicured lawn, her hands outstretched towards me. "Please, Alessia, stop this! Please!" she begged, her voice hysterical. | looked at her, my expression utterly blank. "If there's anything you value in that house," | said, my voice cold and distant, "| suggest you go and save it yourself." | turned my back on her, a dismissal so complete it was like she ceased to exist. Santino stood frozen on the lawn, paralyzed by the sheer, unbelievable scale of the destruction. His home, his sanctuary, the carefully constructed symbol of his power and legitimacy, was being systematically dismantled before his very eyes. The facade was literally crumbling. Damien came to my side, his presence a silent, solid pillar of support. He gently touched his fingers to my bruised cheek. "He will pay for this," he murmured, his voice a low growl of contained fury. He understood. A physical attack on me was ---- a betrayal that guaranteed a swift and total retaliation from my father. His eyes drifted down to the broken pieces of the necklace still clutched in my hand. "We should find every last piece," he said softly. His words weren't just about the necklace. They were about the careful, piece-by-piece reconstruction of my family's honor. Together, we walked back into the shell of the Moretti mansion. We moved carefully through the debris, the dust, the ruin. My eyes scanned the floor, searching for the tiny, glittering fragments of my mother's legacy For a fleeting moment, a pang of regret hit me. This had been my home. | had tried to build a life here. But the feeling was quickly replaced by a wave of grim certainty. This place had to be destroyed. This symbolic annihilation was necessary for my rebirth. Santino and Valentina followed us in, looking lost and frantic amidst the wreckage. Santino, now completely devoid of his earlier warmth towards her, ignored Valentina's desperate, tearful pleas. Damien was methodical. With focused, gentle care, he spotted the main pieces and then the tiniest, almost invisible slivers of white gold and diamond. He found every single one. | carefully placed the reclaimed fragments into a silk pouch from my purse. Then, with Damien at my side, | walked away from the chaos, from the rubble of my married life. We were ---- headed for my father's fortress-like estate, the war room where my bloody revenge would be fully deployed.