Revenge Of Domenico Santoro

Chapter 92. Broken

Ravenna stood there for a while staring at her father, praying he made a move or said something.

“I’ll be down in 10.” He said finally as she freed her clenched fist which she held for a while now due to her nervousness.

“Okay.” She said barely in a whisper and turned around to the living room where men from her dad’s inner circle sat, all looking rich and expensive but red with rage.

Each exuded an air of authority and success that could be felt as they sat, even in silence.

The first man, Giuseppe Bianchi, was the epitome of the fashion industry. Dressed in a tailored black suit, he wore a crisp white shirt underneath, a silk tie adorned with intricate patterns, and patent leather shoes that glistened under the soft chandelier light. His perfectly groomed salt-and-pepper hair was a testament to his meticulous attention to detail.

Sitting across from him was Leonardo Rossi, a titan in the world of finance. His attire exuded sophistication, as he sported a finely cut charcoal-gray pi