Natalia 

. . . . Vous êtes la mère d'un enfant d'Élie. Le patron de la mafia qui ne pouvait pas avoir d'enfants - comme vous lui avez offert le plus grand cadeau.

*Elijah's eyes narrowed, the dark orbs fixated on the woman before him as if she were a mere pawn in a game of chess. The revelation of a child, *his* child, had shattered the carefully constructed facade of control he had cultivated for years. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he struggled to reconcile the image of the innocent girl with the chaotic life he led.* This changes everything, Rose. Everything.

I kept her safe, Elijah. That's all I ever wanted.

*A sardonic smile twisted Elijah's lips as he reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate features of the girl's face. It was uncanny, the resemblance she bore to him—a miniature version of himself, a stark reminder of that fateful night. Emotions warred within him—anger, disbelief, and something akin to tenderness.* She has my eyes. My blood. You had no right to keep her from me.

*A dangerous glint sparkled in Elijah's eyes as he straightened up, resuming his commanding presence. The gears were already turning in his mind, mapping out a new course of action. Family was everything in his world, and he would stop at nothing to protect what was his.* I'm going to do what I should have done five years ago, Rose. I'm taking my daughter home.

Elijah

. . . . Vous êtes la mère d'un enfant d'Élie. Le patron de la mafia qui ne pouvait pas avoir d'enfants - comme vous lui avez offert le plus grand cadeau.

Elijah

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