Chapter 4
The audience was my family.
Not all of them.
A small inner group.
Older cousins.
Two senior household women.
Three longtime associates who believed domestic order reflected Mafia order.
Camille had been sending them selected clips.
Not the raw recordings.
Edited pieces.
Elena crying.
Elena insisting someone moved something.
Elena raising her voice after hours without sleep.
Camille calm in every frame.
I watched ten minutes.
Enough.
“She made herself look sane by making Elena look alone,” Tessa said.
Accurate.
Camille had not needed elaborate lies.
Just selective context.
Then one clip showed something that made me pause.
Camille stood in the nursery with my aunt Beatrice on speakerphone.
Beatrice was not physically present, so I heard only her voice.
“Does Nico know how bad Elena has become?”
Camille answered:
“Not yet. He still thinks she should control the house one day.”
There.
House.
Not baby.
I looked at Tessa.
“What did Elena control?”
“Nothing yet.”
Exactly.
But my daughter was my only child.
Everyone knew that after me, the Bellaforte estate would eventually become hers to oversee even if operational command went elsewhere.
Camille knew it too.
My young wife was thirty-four.
Elena was twenty-six.
Only eight years between them.
Too close for the stepmother role to ever feel natural.
Camille had spent years pretending it did.
Mira’s birth changed something.
Elena was no longer simply my daughter.
She was mother of the next Bellaforte generation.
That made her harder to dismiss.
Unless she became unstable.
I found another recording.
Camille speaking directly into the camera.
“If Elena cannot manage five weeks of motherhood without accusing everyone around her, she cannot manage a Bellaforte household.”
There it was.
The campaign was not about proving Elena a bad mother.
It was about proving her unfit for future authority.
And Mira had become the instrument.
Then Tessa said:
“She started changing the staff schedule too.”
I turned.
“What?”
“People loyal to Elena stopped getting nursery shifts.”
One by one.
Quietly.
Replaced by staff chosen by Camille.
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She had not merely built a story.
She had been changing who would be present to confirm it.
