“Su padre le debía su vida a su madre.
Vivien aceptó interpretar a la novia codiciosa y ambiciosa para acercarse al círculo de Matteo, para averiguar dónde me escondía.
But she failed.
Because Matteo was always loyal to me, not to your mother’s empty threats.”
He reached into his overcoat and pulled out a heavy black pistol.
“Your mother died three hours ago in that Swiss clinic, Lorenzo,” Adrian said softly, his voice dripping with venom.
“I personally ensured her heart monitor suffered a small… mechanical error.
And now, the Duca bloodline comes full circle.
The true patriarch takes his throne.”
The news of my mother’s death hit me like an anvil dropping onto my chest.
A cold, blinding rage—a darkness deeper than any I had ever known—consumed every fiber of my being.
“You took my father,” I whispered, the air turning to fire in my lungs.
