Semua Bab OWNED BY THE ENEMY: His Dark Claim: Bab 111

Victor’s POV Watching Alessandro Vitale stand there—cornered, questioned, stripped of the reverence he once wore so effortlessly—was worth every calculated step it took to get us here. Yes. This was my doing. Not entirely, of course. Alessandro had been unraveling himself for months. All I did was tug at the loose threads and let the La Camorra see what I’d always known: a Don who let sentiment cloud judgment was a liability. I learned back slightly, arms folded, as Don Vittorio laid out the accusations. I didn't need to speak. I didn't need to add fuel to the fire. The room was already burning, and Alessandro was standing right in the middle of it. Humiliated. Measured. Found wanting. The irony tastes sweet. For years, he'd walked through these halls as he belonged to them by birthright alone—the golden son. The heir everyone assumed would rise effortlessly into power just because his father once ruled with an iron hand. But iron rusts. And sons don't always