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Chapter 229

Author: Michy Gaza
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-08-23 23:30:51

Luca sat there, stone faced, taking it. Not a muscle moved. Not a flicker of emotion crossed his face. But inside, every accusation carved deeper into the cracks already splitting him apart.

He thought of Asher, of the courtroom, of that hollow look in his eyes, like a man who had already said his last goodbye.

Luca had doubted him once, and it had destroyed everything. Now he was paying for it with his empire.

And maybe with the last of himself.

He met the board’s eyes one by one, his voice finally cutting through the tension like a blade.

“You think I don’t know the cost? You think I don’t know what this company stands to lose? But you forget, without me, without the Virelli name, there is no empire to protect.”

The words hung heavy in the room. Defiant. Ruthless. But beneath the steel, his chest burned with the truth he could never say aloud: I am breaking. And I don’t know if I can hold it all together anymore.

The silence after Luca’s words stretched thin, brittle as glass. For a
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