Lahat ng Kabanata ng CALEB: Fall of the Da Stephano dynasty : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 6

CALEB DA STEPHANO Theo drives me to my grandfather's company in downtown Manhattan with an efficiency that reminds me why I pay him so well. The city is bursting with busy people even at a late evening like this one. I cannot understand the reason behind this emergency meeting. My grandfather, Gustavo Da Stephano hasn't been to the companies in two years after giving up it's inheritance to me. "Stay around." I say to Theo as our eyes meet on the rare view mirror and he nods before I step out. Inside the conference room, I can't look past the disgusted look on my grandfather's old wrinkled face. My older brother, who has ever given very little fuck about this company is seated at the corner, minding his business as usual, not caring that I'm even here. Even though Luca was my half brother, I always looked up to him growing up. But he hated me. Even my mere existence infuriated him. He never liked to see me and left the states a long time ago.

Young Caleb's P. O. V. I find my trembling hands going over my reddened eyes multiple times to wipe out the tears so I could see clearly. So I wouldn't miss how my father killed my mother. So I wouldn't miss him pull that trigger. Loving her was a mistake. Now she has ruined his marriage because of me. Because I was a mistake. I was never supposed to be born. I was the evidence of a reckless night with a whore. "Please, don't hurt my son," my mother's voice is breaking, and it felt like every single piece was stinging my heart "he doesn't deserve any of this. He's just an innocent sweet boy, Russ." Whack! He slaps her again, the intensity causing me to shudder with a loud gasp. "You should've done as I said!" He roared at my mother. She should have gotten rid of me. "Mama...." I could barely hear myself. I want to run over and shield her from that monster but before I could open the door wider, a hand is covering my mouth, th

CALEB. I sit back on the chair, unwilling to drive off. For some reasons unknown to me, I'm watching her walk away and everything about it is satisfying. I know she was hurting. And it wasn't because I fucked her while she was drunk. It's something way beyond that. I could see it in her eyes. A few years ago I wouldn't have given a fuck that the 'pathetic Mabel'—as we called her then— was hurting. My friends would hurt her more. But sitting here now and watching her walk into that restaurant makes my heart hurt. The way she hesitates before pushing the door open. Did her mood have anything to do with her job? Did her boss fire her and she's going right back to beg for it? Did she wound up at that club last night because she was having a bad one too? The mere thought of it infuriates me. I'm gripping the steering wheel hard without even realizing it. By the time I realize that I'm literally getting too pissed over something th