Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Dear Don, Reborn from the Ashes, I Don’t Want You: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

(Alessio's POV)Luca left to carry out my orders.I poured myself a glass of whiskey, but the hand holding the glass wouldn't stop shaking. Before I could take a drink, the door opened again. My mother swept in, dressed in a black power suit, her jewels glittering."Do you see now?" she said, her voice sharp. "Even the child wasn't yours. That bitch deceived all of us. I loved that child, Alessio. But she wasn't Greco blood. How dare she play us for fools!"I should have noticed the strange glint in her eyes, the flicker of satisfied scheming, but I was too consumed by rage."Mother," I grunted, "I have to deal with the arrangements Grandfather left behind. The lawyer is coming to read the will today."She nodded. "The family will be there, along with our most important allies and investors. This is about the future of the Greco empire."Hours later, I sat at the head of the long table in the family's conference room. The room was packed—family members, investors, representatives of ou

I was used to the smell of antiseptic, but my heart was hammering against my ribs.When the last strip of gauze fell away, I finally saw myself in the mirror propped up by the bed.A face stared back at me—but it wasn't mine.The jawline was sharper, the cheekbones higher, the corners of her eyes tilted up just so. A scar, thin as a silver lightning bolt, ran down the left side of her face, from temple to the corner of her mouth. My eyes were still blue, but the face… it was a complete stranger's.My old face, the gentle face Alessio had once cupped in his hands, was gone."This isn't me," my voice trembled.Angelo leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching me like I was a bomb about to detonate. Then he grinned, trying to lighten the mood. "The scar is badass, sweetheart. It means you survived. Half the world is six feet under, and you're still breathing. That's pretty damn cool.""But I don't even know who I am anymore."A familiar, cold voice cut in. "Good," Stephen said from t

I woke with a jolt, drenched in a cold sweat, my clothes soaked through.Miranda sat by my bed, her hand gently stroking my forehead. "Blair… wake up. It was a nightmare."Angelo paced the room, anxious. "You were screaming. You kept calling your daughter's name. God, it was awful."Stephen remained in the corner, silent, smoke curling around him."I saw it. I saw everything in the dream.""It was Sophia. She killed my daughter, just to have Alessio all to herself!"Ignoring the pain in my body, I sat up straight. "I'm going to kill her. I'm going to kill her with my own hands.""Make me a weapon," I said, my voice turning to ice. "They took my daughter. They took my life. Now, I'm going to take everything from them."Stephen slowly rose and took a gun from his jacket. The black metal gleamed in the light. He handed it to me.The weight of the gun surprised me, but I gripped it tightly."Fire," Stephen commanded."I can't." The gun trembled in my hand. "I've never fired a gun. I don't

(Blair's POV)The moment I pulled the trigger, a current shot through me. But my hand was steady, without a single tremor.I smiled with satisfaction as I calmly retreated from my sniper's nest. If I had wanted Sophia gone for good, I would have put a bullet through her head. But her time hadn't come yet. Death was too easy.I just wanted her to live in agony, to feel everything I had once felt.Watching Sophia clutch her stomach, bleeding at her own wedding, felt like balance finally being restored."An eye for an eye," I murmured. "Now you know how it feels."Camera flashes popped, guests screamed, the world descended into chaos. And me? I felt a satisfaction I had never known.My identity, my face, everything around me had changed. The person I was now had been reborn from the ashes, completely new.I slipped into a car with switched plates, every trace clean. I slammed the door and disappeared into the night.The safe house was dark, smelling of gun oil and smoke. When the door was

The next afternoon was the Milan International Art Auction. I had originally come to purchase a da Vinci sketch, but when I saw her, none of that mattered anymore.And she wasn't alone.She was on the arm of a man. The man wore a silver mask.It was Stephen Falcone. The cold bastard everyone feared. And he had her.She was wearing an elegant white suit, her hair in a sophisticated bun. A completely different face, but I knew it was her."Ladies and gentlemen, our next lot is…"I couldn't hear a word the auctioneer was saying. I just stared at her.She felt my gaze and turned her head to look at me. Our eyes met, and a cold smile touched her lips.I stood up and walked toward her. "Blair.""My name is Blair," she admitted. "But I don't know you."Before I could say another word, the auction bell rang. Stephen raised his paddle, throwing out millions like they were candy."Five million.""Eight million.""Ten million," Stephen's voice was calm.The entire room was whispering about how Al