Chapter 61

• Chapter 61: The Daughter of Ferrero
• The helicopter blades carved through the gray sky, roaring like war drums. Elena sat bound, wrists sore against the steel cuffs, staring at the man beside her. Ferrero. Her supposed father. His profile was sharp, chiseled by years of power and cruelty, but his eyes—dark, searching—bore into her like they expected recognition.
• “You don’t look at me the way a daughter should,” Ferrero said, voice low but cutting through the engine’s thunder.