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41. The hell inside the house

Penulis: Gladys Writes
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Adrian's POV

Francisco’s laughter rang through the hallway the moment Vivian stepped in, her delicate footsteps halting briefly at the sound.

I stiffened, already knowing what was coming.

"This social-climbing woman," he said, nodding at her with cruel amusement, "hasn’t even been able to give you a child." His voice was laced with mockery as he turned to Leonardo.

"You’ve become unreliable. The Moretti family is growing impatient with your mess. One bastard son over at the Mancinis, and now this barren woman to secure your place? Pathetic."

Vivian stood still, her chin tilted just slightly upward, the way she always did when she was trying not to break.

But I saw her knuckles whiten, and the flicker of shame that crossed her eyes before she looked away.

Francisco brushed past her with a sneer and walked to the dining hall like he owned the entire estate.

I trailed after him, noticing something rare—Leonardo looked... troubled. For the first time in a long time, he didn’t bite back
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