Ravenna rolled her eyes, sat on the chair opposite Cairo, and crossed her legs while watching Leonardo intently. “If you plan to help him out of jail, it won’t work,” she said.“I don’t have plans of doing that,” Leonardo replied.“As if,” Ravenna scoffed, looking away before turning her gaze back to him. “I’m serious,” she added with a more intent tone. “You would just be wasting your time.”“I don’t know. Would you think I want him out or to rot in there… probably dead,” he said, rubbing his chin while observing Ravenna. “I would prefer he never comes out.”“Then why the hell did you go to the jailhouse?” she seethed angrily.“The evidence. I wanted to ask him for it.”“And you think he would give you,” she chuckled incredulously.“I went to check if he had it,” Leonardo corrected, noticing Ravenna's lowered brow, a cue for him to continue.“It only meant one thing,” he continued. “That you have it.”Her lips twitched in a smile. “You sure know I do.”“And that brings me to the conc
“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
“Who the hell are you?” Damian stood up abruptly as his fist clenched.“Wow. Didn’t think I would get the almighty Domenico’s attention this fast.” The so-called caller chucked as Damian frown deepened.“Come to the location I will send tomorrow. I will introduce you to other family members, Domenico.” He said again and hung as Damain spoke into the phone quickly in a bid to continue talking but he has long cut off the line.“Who is that? You look worried, young master.” Roberto asked almost immediately Damain put down the phone as he watched Roberto as if he was just seeing him.“You said I was the only surviving one in the Santoro family?” He asked as Roberto hesitated before nodding.“Why are you suddenly asking that? Is it connected to the call?” Roberto’s gaze shifted to the phone in his hand as Damian exasperated deamenor deepened.“It’s nothing.” He shook his head and sat back on the leather chair but his midn wasn’t at rest.“If you say so.” Roberto replied calmly and started
"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
"Valentine has been cut off from the world all these years... your grandfather himself cut him off. He must have his reasons, young master. Mr. Giovanni doesn’t just act on impulse," Roberto said."I still haven’t gotten your point... on why I shouldn’t meet him, and why the bloody hell you both took it upon yourself to keep things away from me!" He berated angrily, staring fiercely at them. Elena nervously entwined her fingers, and Roberto sighed in frustration."The both of you..." He pointed to them with a pissed face. "The next time something like this happens again, you will definitely regret it, I promise." He growled and turned his back on them. "Leave!" He seethed coolly as they both trailed after each other and left.As soon as the door closed, Elena rested her back on the door and sighed again. "You should have told him other things about his new uncle," she said to Roberto, who didn’t look good himself."Did you see his face? He wasn’t ready to listen to anything," Roberto
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
" 'You just expect me to cook up some story and believe it?' Leonardo asked, his eyes growing darker.Damian shifted his gaze towards him and noticed his struggle with the situation. The turmoil he experienced at that moment was unimaginable.'Wait until I'm finished before you judge,' Valentine said with a straight face. 'Or you can walk through that door and miss the chance to hear the complete story about your family.' He watched Leonardo carefully, as if daring him to leave. Damian felt it too, but he wasn't daring him to go. He swallowed hard and stared at Valentine.'How did I end up in the orphanage when I am supposed to be the son of a powerful man?' Leonardo asked, as if signaling he wanted the full story.Damian turned to Valentine, the man holding the answers to their curiosity.'As I said, your father was matched with Ashmi...' He continued, keeping his gaze on Leonardo. 'When your mother saw this, she...' He trailed off, choosing not to elaborate.Leonardo forced himself
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