Desmond’s POVThe fire came out of nowhere.One second my father was calm—measured, almost reflective—and the next his voice cracked through the room like a whip, sharp enough to make the walls feel thinner.“She is Matteo’s daughter.”The words landed heavy, final. I stopped pacing.“What?” I turned fully toward him. “That’s not possible.”He watched me closely, as if gauging how much damage the truth had already done. “Sit down, Desmond,” he said. “If I’m going to tell you this story, I need you to hear it properly.”Reluctantly, I sat.He exhaled slowly, like a man opening a door he’d kept bolted shut for decades. “I met Alessia,” he paused then looked at me his eyes still cold “….or Sienna’s father in high school. Long before money. Before power. Before enemies.”I frowned. “You never mentioned him.”“There was no reason to,” he replied flatly. “Back then, I was just an American kid with Italian parents who took me in. They gave me their name, their home, and eventually, their bu
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