The truth is revealed, Kevin's death is no accident

THE RECKONING – STEFANO'S TRUTH UNLEASHED

Stefano's fingers tightened around Cecilia's wrist, pulling her away from the panting, sweat-slicked forms of Adaeza and Harmony. The air still reeked of sex—thick with the musk of their corruption—but his incubus senses caught something else beneath it. A whisper. A memory.

"K-Kevin—?" Cecilia whimpered, her grey eyes glazed with submission, her thighs still trembling from the brutal breeding she'd endured. The glowing womb tattoo pulsed on her lower abdomen, marking her as his.

Stefano didn't answer. Instead, he pressed his palm against her forehead, his dark power seeping into her mind like ink in water.

"Show me," he commanded, his voice layered with something older than human speech.

Cecilia gasped, her back arching as images flooded her consciousness—

"Bitch, I knew you wanted this since the first time we met..."

Kevin's laughter as he kissed her in the gym showers, his massive cock pressing against her thigh.

"A FUCKING N***O!? I raised my daughter better than this!"

Her father's face, twisted in disgust when she brought him home for dinner.

A hushed conversation behind closed doors—Giovanni Bassi's voice, low and venomous, speaking to men with cold eyes and expensive suits.

The glint of a gun in an alley.

*BANG!*

Blood on cobblestones.

Stefano growled, his borrowed form rippling with barely contained fury. The remnants of Kevin's soul howled inside him, a storm of resentment and betrayal.

"Your father," Stefano murmured, his thumb tracing Cecilia's bottom lip. "He had me killed."

Cecilia's breath hitched. "N-no—"

But the truth-saying power burned in Stefano's veins, and he knew.