Giovanni’s POV
The world around me seemed to blur as I stared at my mother, her words echoing in my mind.
“Because she is your sister.”
Sister.
Zoraya was our sister.
I opened my mouth to speak, to question, to demand answers, but no words came. I turned to Aaron, hoping he would say something, but he was just as stunned.
His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides, his jaw set tight as he struggled to process the revelation.
“Mother,” I finally managed to say, my voice hoarse. “How… how is this possible?”
Mother exhaled, looking down at her hands as if she were gathering the strength to relive a past she had buried for too long. Then, lifting her gaze, she met our eyes with a sorrowful intensity.
“It’s a long story,” she said softly. “One filled with pain and betrayal. But yo
