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Like your father. You knew my father. I knew him. We were friends. Before Salvatore killed him. The name landed like a bombshell. "You knew," Dante said. "You knew Salvatore killed him." "I always knew. But I couldn't prove it. And Salvatore was too powerful to face alone." "And now?" "Now Salvatore is dead. And his son, the true heir, is trying to rebuild what you destroyed." Dante frowned. "The true heir?" "It's not what you think. Not Enzo, not Antonio, not Luca. There's another one. The one who was always there. The one who planned everything."

After Forrest had completed his task, he felt as if he had been granted an amnesty. He was relieved and quickly looked at Kiran. Kiran was looking at Theodore and gave him a thumbs up. “Theodore, your grandson is awesome. He kicked the balls of the son of PowerHub Investment Group.” “PowerHub Investment Group?” Theodore staggered. He felt like his head was exploding. Kiran pointed at Hans, unconscious on the ground, and said, “He’s the son of PowerHub Investment Group’s CEO.”

I mean, we all didn’t know, no matter the research we did—the results always varied. “So… you know the money laundering stuff I’ve been telling you about,” I continued. “He found out who’s in charge... And get this—the person at the top is the son of Moretti Cross—that evil asshole. Apparently, the son, who’s heir to the Black Heart, has your exact name. He’s literally your twin. He attended your tech school too. Isn’t that funny?” I let out an awkward laugh, but it died in my throat, sounding forced even to me.

“I wasn’t about to tell her that, my kids are happy, if she has to blame anyone for her mother’s death then it will be me. I will not tell her about Nick and risk the bond they have.” Luke nodded. “You are a good father, even though you can be a moron sometimes.” Couldn’t he just compliment me without insulting me at the same time. Well, that was too much to ask from Luke. “Since Ethan can’t find anything then I will look into it. but I think I have a good idea who the boy was.” I sat up straight curious to know who it was. “It’s Xander’s son.”

"C-contract?" They both nod, but it's my mom who really breaks the news this time. "There's a man, his name is Luke Sanchez. His father is a powerful, Italian mafia lead and he is stepping down but, his son needs a wife to gain power. We made an offer that if we give you to the Sanchezs, our debt would be cleared and our company would gain more revenue." Mafia.. Did they say? "You're joking, right?" I say to them through angry, gritted teeth. Who are these people and what happened to the parents that cared and loved their daughter so much they'd give their life for me.

, I asked crouching down next to him, and he nodded, so I took out my cell phone and showed him the screen shot. "Is that me?", He asked, and I looked at the picture, and again, they looked a lot alike. Could it be that what Sabrina told me the other day, about John's mark, was true? Could it? No, it was not possible, there was no way! "This is my son, his name is Arthur, and if you want and your father lets me, I can bring him over to play with you one day, what do you think?", I suggested, and he nodded his head excitedly.

“Send some spy to Dallas to spy on their past lives for the previous five years till date. His heir apparent, his strength, his weakness, his attitude to women, check if he loves drugs or drinks or party?“ I hung up after giving my orders. ***" Five days after, the burial date of Arnold was fixed, invitation were given to everyone except me. His son Alex was the complete replicate of his father, except that he will be more ruthless, and cunning. I heard he resent me so much, saying he will never forgive the killer of his father untill he's no more. He's just a kid, and he could get mad to any cost he did wants but no matter whom he chose to alliance with, it wouldn't still bother me.

"She is tough. And you should know your best friend's pack better than me. His pack is elevated. They will be fine." Flynn twisted his head just enough to look at me, his eyes narrowed. "Are you sure? Because his packhouse also flooded in my vision." He paused, a shadow crossing his face. "And… from what I saw, someone died. Someone close to him." I stilled, my blood turning to ice. "Who?" Flynn's voice was barely a whisper. "His son."

Dominic nods, "That sounds cool, but aren't you a little too old to run the business?." "Okay, Dominic, that's enough. Leave Uncle be," "Xander, the boy, is curious; let him ask away," "And to answer your question, yes, I am my son now, runs the business, I only do what he needs from time to time," "And what's your son's name?." "Weston.Caputo." "Okay, that's enough bugging, uncle; let us get back inside and get your things so you can go, uncle." "Good Idea; I don't want to be too late; getting back home."

Taking a deep breath, he reached for it and saw it was his men from the hospital calling. He picked up and sighed. “Why the hell are you calling in the middle of the night? How is my son?” “DEAD.” Moore froze completely at the deep, guttural voice—thick and filled with menace. It was none other than Lucian Draven. “What?” Moore’s eyes widened. “Oh, you didn’t hear it clearly?” A mocking chuckle sounded from the other end—taunting. “Your son is dead, as promised, Mr. Moore. Alongside his friends and your men.”