Mia's fingers trembled, and the letter was about to slip from her hand as she continued reading. Her heart sank, and her mouth went dry. She swallowed hard, her eyes memorizing every word. She was so shocked by the revelation and truth—the letter was from Teresa, her last words before she fled her marital home. She had written it for her son, hoping that one day he would find it and learn the truth. The truth was harsh and cruel, something that could change everything. For a moment, Mia's resolve wavered, but she knew Alessandro needed to know. He needed to stop hating his mother, for she was nothing like she had been portrayed. With determination, Mia folded the letter and clenched it in her fist as she set out to find her husband. He wasn’t home yet, so she dialed his number. “Missing me already?” Alessandro’s teasing voice came through the phone as the call connected. But her mind was too preoccupied to entertain his flirting. “Alessandro, when are you coming home?” she asked, urgency lacing her voice. He quickly picked up on her tone and became serious. “I’ll be home soon, amore mio, but what’s wrong? You sound anxious.” “I have something urgent to tell you, but not over the phone. I’ll talk to you when you’re home,” Mia replied in a hushed voice. “Alright, I’ll be home soon, la mia regina,” Alessandro said firmly before hanging up, determined to finish his work faster. Mia waited for him to come home. The children had come back from school earlier, but they had left for their art class with the bodyguards. Now, Mia was alone. Today was also the day the DNA test results were due. Mia waited eagerly, ready to show them to Maria and wipe that smug smile off her face. She was waiting in her room when a maid came to inform her that someone had arrived and insisted he would only deliver the document to Mrs. Aria Valentino. The man was there to deliver the report and had been strictly instructed to hand it over only to Aria Valentino. Mia was aware of this and quickly went to collect the report herself. He handed her a sealed envelope and took her signature before leaving. Maria and Vittoria also came into the hallway as the news reached their ears. "So, the results have arrived," Maria smirked arrogantly, as if she already knew what was inside the envelope. Mia didn't waste her breath replying to them. She waited for Alessandro to arrive, and, to her relief, he arrived just in time. “What’s going on?” Alessandro asked, frowning as he sensed something was amiss. His eyes eagerly tried to read every face as he noticed all the women in the house gathered in the hall. “The results are here,” Mia announced, handing him the envelope. Alessandro glanced at Mia, curiosity in his eyes. As he took the envelope, his eyes glinted with hope, and his fingers swiftly moved to tear it open. Though he was certain that Gia and Maximo were his, this would finally validate the truth in the eyes of the world. His expression grew serious as he read the report, his eyes focused and intense. Mia watched her husband eagerly, waiting for him to say something, but before he could, Maria spoke up with mockery in her tone. “What happened? It didn’t match, right?” Vittoria chuckled, backing up her mother-in-law. "I knew all along that this woman is an imposter, just trying to make you believe her children are yours," Vittoria said, looking at Mia with utter disgust. Maria and Vittoria exchanged a secret glance; they had already arranged for someone to bribe the lab technician to alter the report. Vittoria's family had been in the Mafia for a long time, and this was not a big deal for them. “No! That’s not true,” Alessandro roared with irritation. “The report says Gia and Maximo are mine,” he announced with pride. Maria and Vittoria's jaws dropped as their eyes widened in disbelief. “How... how is that possible?” Maria stammered, stepping forward to snatch the report from Alessandro's hand. Her eyes burned with shock and envy as she saw that it matched 99.9 percent. Mia smiled, shaking her head subtly. She already knew why they were reacting this way. When she sent the DNA samples, she chose a different lab, suspecting that Maria or some rivals might try something like this to break her family apart. And it turned out she was right. “Now, do you believe that Alessandro has children before the age mentioned in the will to rightfully claim the inheritance?” Mia taunted Maria in a challenging tone. “I’ve already prepared the power of attorney transfer papers with the lawyer. Just sign them and hand my husband what truly belongs to him,” she said, a proud smile on her face. Maria gritted her teeth but forced herself to appear neutral and concerned for Alessandro, maintaining her facade of a caring mother in front of her stepson. “Of course. Vittoria will sign it and happily hand it over to Alessandro. It was always his,” she shrugged. “I just wanted to be sure that he wasn’t betrayed like before and…” She moved to Alessandro and held his arm with feigned affection, her eyes glistening with fake tears. “I am very happy that Gia and Maximo are yours. We should celebrate this joyous news with a grand party,” she smiled insincerely. “What do you say, Vittoria?” she turned to her daughter-in-law. Vittoria swallowed her anger and hatred for the moment and forced a happy expression. “Of course, Mom. I’ll plan everything myself. It’s truly a joyous occasion for our family after a long time,” she said with a syrupy-sweet tone. But Mia was not pleased with their performance; she knew their true nature. Maria and Vittoria turned to leave, knowing that if they stayed any longer, their true feelings of hatred and jealousy would be harder to conceal. They still couldn’t understand where their evil trick had failed and why Mia had emerged victorious. “Wait!” Mia called out authoritatively, making both women halt in their tracks. “We’re not done yet. I still have something else to show you all,” she announced, turning to face her husband with determination.