Dante stood up and looked at the wedding photo hanging on the wall.In the picture, Sofia was barely twenty-three. She was smiling so brightly, so purely.Come to think of it, the reason he ended up with Olivia in the first place was because of Sofia.He could never forget the first time he saw her back at Harvard. It was at a medical symposium.Sofia had stood at the podium, confidently presenting her research on cancer gene therapy. The professors in the audience had listened, utterly absorbed. Afterward, everyone was talking about that brilliant young woman.Back then, she was smart, confident, overflowing with vitality. Her eyes had shone with love for medicine and hope for the future. She was the one who gave warmth and light to his poor, insecure soul that used to drift through the streets.Later, he was acknowledged by the Falcone family. He shed the shameful identity of an illegitimate son and rose overnight into Boston’s upper society, becoming the feared Prince.Only t
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