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Chapter 88

Author: Abisola Janet
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-10 23:57:10
Alessandro’s POV

“I always knew your father didn’t make a mistake by choosing you as heir,” Don Francesco said, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “I’m glad you listened—and that you’ll act on it.”

His words cling to me long after I set my drink down. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Every syllable he’d spoken still rang like iron against bone, and the echo of them followed as I rose and walked toward the living room.

The television was on but muted, flickering across the marble floor. Shadows twisted with the light, restless, like the thoughts crowding my head. Francesco trailed behind, the soft drag of his shoes the only sound between us.

“Would you like dinner before you leave?” he asked.

I shook my head. “No.” The taste of whiskey and smoke still burned the back of my throat.

Outside, the night air but cold against my face. I powered on my phone for the first time since I’d stepped into the villa. Missed calls from Amara blinked across the screen—screen, eight—each
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