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Chapter 144

Author: Abisola Janet
last update Last Updated: 2026-01-22 23:58:50

Victor’s POV

After everything that had happened—after watching Don Francesco turn his back on me without a second thought—I understood one thing with brutal clarity: loyalty meant nothing in this world unless it was useful.

And right now, I needed to be useful.

Don Francesco had chosen Alessandro the moment things became complicated. Not because Alessandro was right, but because he was convenient. I had seen it too many times before—men like Don Francesco always chose the side that kept their hands clean and their power intact.

That realization hardened something inside me.

If survival meant standing beside Alessandro, then so be it.

But I wasn’t naïve. I had seen what Alessandro had done at the warehouse, the cold precision with which he had erased anyone connected to Amara’s suffering. That wasn’t grief alone—it was transformation. And I feared what came next.

Would Alessandro keep digging?

Would he hunt for the man behind the mask until every shadow was exposed?

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