“Who?” Giuseppe mouthed as Leonardo put down the phone on the desk and switched it to loudspeaker.“You see… I got news from prison,” she started to say as Leonardo and Giuseppe exchanged glances.“There was an attempt on my father’s life,” she said as Leonardo waited.“It’s a wonder how a lot happened just after my father was convicted,” she chuckled into the phone.“You visited… and the night you did, he almost lost his life. Aren’t you just a fascinating crazy psycho?” She giggled like a maniac.“When you’re talking about yourself,” Leonardo muttered under his breath.“I heard that,” she said in a calmer tone.“I didn’t do anything to your father. If you’re suspecting me, then you have the wrong person,” Leonardo said in a calm tone, trying not to sound desperate.“What? I didn’t think you would try to do such. I mean, what would be your gain? In fact, I am suspecting someone else,” she said in a lower tone, as if afraid someone around her might hear.“Who?”“Domenico,” she said, a

"Good morning, young master," Elena entered the office the morning after the saga between Damian and Ravenna. Damian looked up, seeing Elena approaching with an apprehensive expression. "This is bad," she said upon reaching his desk as Damian freed his arms."What is it?" Damian asked calmly, though he was impatient. He was eager to catch the petty stalker who used his father to play games, claiming to be a relative.The picture he took with his father lingered in Damian's mind. How could someone resemble his father so much? Even worse, when he called Roberto for information, Roberto had no clue about him. The man was completely anonymous, with no personal information online.The unknown caller had been spamming Damian with messages and surprisingly solid evidence connecting him to Damian's family. "He's not just an ordinary stalker or random caller," Elena explained.Damian pressed his lips together, remembering the last text he received. "He said I had a brother," Damian spoke up, t

When Valentine reached the foot of the stairs, Damian took his time studying him from head to toe, hoping to find something "Valentine-ish" as Roberto had described. However, he failed miserably.This man embodied sophistication and bore a striking resemblance to his father. Damian couldn't help but notice the determined and strong look in his eyes, similar to his own when he looked in the mirror."Mr. Santoro?" Leonardo's voice interrupted Damian's thoughts, pulling his gaze away from Valentine reluctantly. "What are you doing here?" Damian frowned, unsure who he should address."Calm down, children. Uncle is here to explain everything to you boys. I can't believe you're reacting like this, especially when Leonardo always cared for you in the past," Valentine said smoothly, looking at them admirably, like a father gazing at his children."What are you saying? I have no business with Leonardo," Damian found himself saying, regretting coming here."You said you are my uncle, affirmed b

Damian rushed towards Valentine, grabbing him by the collar, his glare as intense as if he could shoot lasers from his eyes. "Do you have a death wish?" He sneered, the smile on Valentine’s face fading as he faced Damian, his expression straight and unsettling."You are the delusional one here, Domenico," Valentine drawled, annoying Damian further, causing him to tighten his grip on the collar."You should let go when it’s time," Valentine stated."I am not letting go of anything! Do you hear me?" Damian released him abruptly, causing Valentine to stagger backward and lose his balance.Staring at Valentine with rough breaths, Damian's fists clenched, ready for a fight. "Don’t play games with me," Damian warned with a chuckle. "I will ruin you," he stated, as if reciting a script, certain it would come true."Think about yourself, Domenico," Valentine lazily retorted, nodding toward Leonardo. "I bet Leonardo would be more than happy to take your position." He winked at Damian, stood up

"Leonardo!" Antonio called in a frustrated tone, snapping Leonardo out of his thoughts yet again as the other man turned his gaze to his frustrated fellow."I think I might have a plan," Leonardo said, noticing the brightened expression on the others' faces."Really?" Antonio started to smile. "Tell us, then."Leonardo stood up, walked to the back of the sofa where he was sitting, and placed his hand on it while slightly bent, staring at his friends."What will you say if I told you that the almighty Domenico Santoro, whom I'm meant to fight, is my brother?" He asked as the room turned silent. Giuseppe stared at him with a pale expression."Are you playing with us?" He asked with a tured tone as Leonardo shook his head, seemingly unable to prove his point any other way."Oh..." Giuseppe started to nod with optimism. "I understand now. Our fight with Domenico is messing with your head that you now say and imagine nonsense." Giuseppe shook his head, now completely frustrated.Antonio's