Chapter 62

• Chapter 62: The Mask She Wore
• The Ferrero fortress became Elena’s stage, and every step she took was calculated. She quickly learned that survival here didn’t depend on brute strength or obedience—it depended on performance. Every smile, every defiant glance, every carefully timed silence became part of the role she played: the daughter returned, the heir apparent.
• She woke each morning to silk sheets and the smell of expensive cigars drifting through the halls. Guards escorted her to lavish breakfasts where Ferrero’s capos watched her like hawks. They wanted weakness. They wanted proof that she was just Gabriel’s broken pet. Elena gave them nothing. She met every stare head-on, chin lifted, eyes cold.