CHAPTER TEN

VINCENZO

Chirkov—the man who held a dark place in my past, the man responsible for my mother's death. The mere mention of his name ignited a fierce fire within me, fuelling my determination to bring him down. And now, fate had delivered his own daughter into my hands, a pawn ready to be played.

"You have Chirkov’s daughter in your hands and you know what that means," He said, his tone dripping with calculated intent.

"I have to take it slow," I explained, my mind already formulating a plan. "Bringing him down outright won't be enough. I need something that will strike at his very core, something that will tarnish his image before I make my final move. And his daughter, Anya, is the perfect instrument to extract that information."

A cruel smirk danced across my lips as I contemplated the path ahead. Anya's escape from her father's clutches, her palpable resentment toward him—I sensed an opportunity to exploit her and unra