Alessandro’s POV Luka bursts through the door, striding into the office ahead of me. My heart races, pounding with a mix of fury and anticipation as I follow him inside. I step into his domain, where my father lifts his gaze from a mountain of papers, a hint of surprise flickering in his eyes. “To what do I owe this unexpected visit?” he asks, arching his back with feigned nonchalance. “Good evening,” I reply, brushing aside his mind games. “Evening, son. How are you feeling?” “Annoyed,” I snap, ready to dive into the storm brewing between us. “Huh? Why?” He asks, I know he's waiting for me to bring up the topic, so I drag out the tension. “I want Celeste gone,” “Why?” He asks, He narrows his eyes on me, and I straighten my spine. “She is of no use to me.” “Alessandro, she's not a toy. She's a gift.” “One I don't want anymore.” “You can't tell me you don't want her as a gift. Every man wants her.” He says, locking his fingers. “I think I am quite fine without her.
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