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Ch 034: French Macarons and Citrus Juice
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CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR: FRENCH MACARONS AND CITRUS JUICEALESSIA—————If anyone had ever told me there would come a day when I would feel sorry for Alessandro, I would have laughed in their face and called them a liar.Yet here I am.Hidden upstairs, half concealed by the curve of the railing, watching as Godfather Riccardo rains his rage down on his own son. Alessandro kneels, just taking every hit, despite the pain on his face that he tries so much to hide. But I see through it. And something inside me twists painfully.I don’t understand it. I don’t want to understand it.Maybe it’s because no child, grown or not, deserves to be treated like a mistake. Maybe it’s because no one deserves to be broken down and humiliated like that. Or maybe I’m just weak. Too soft-hearted for a world like this.Either way, the pity settles in my chest and refuses to leave, even after an hour has passed and Godfather Riccardo is gone.I retreat to my suite, but my mind refuses to stay quiet. I pick up
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