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95. Unforgiving Echoes

Penulis: Sommy Nuela
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-06-20 22:47:20

Don Antonio's POV

I had spent the night in a restless doze, the simulated conversation with Mark J. replaying in my mind. The deception had been well-executed, I was sure of it. Mark would carry the message of my supposed reconsideration straight to Donald, giving him a false sense of security.

Yet, despite the satisfaction of the strategic play, Mark's words lingered. He had spoken of our shared history, of decades of friendship, of times when Donald and I were practically brothers. These were echoes from a past I had meticulously buried, images I had fought to erase from my memory.

I poured myself a fresh cup of coffee, the rich aroma doing little to dispel the faint chill that had settled in my chest. I sat by the window, gazing out at the sprawling city skyline. I thought about everything Mark J. said. The early days, the forging of our empires, the loyalty, even the times I'd stood by Donald when others turned away. There were moments, fleeting and unwelcome, where a phantom pang
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