His Dirty Little Secret
“Dante… you can’t mean this. She’s… she’s your sister. This relationship—it’s perverse. Wrong. Unnatural. You need to end it. Now.”
“No,” Dante said, voice steady.
Victor’s face twisted with rage and pain. “Then you’re no son of mine.”
The words hung heavy in the air, final as a guillotine.
Dante didn’t flinch. Didn’t hesitate. “Then I’m not.”
Vanessa stared at us—chest heaving, perfect mask completely shattered, lipstick smeared, eyes wild with rage and defeat, a trickle of blood at her lip.
Victor looked broken, sinking slowly into his chair like a man defeated, hands trembling. “Get out,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “Both of you. I can’t… I can’t look at this. At what you’ve done.”
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