110. Plan
Martin
I can't hide the satisfaction on my face seeing him like this: on his knees, defeated, reduced to a shadow of the untouchable magnate he once was. In front of me, my father—the great Adolfo Domene—, with his pride shattered and hatred sparking in his dark eyes, as if he regretted every fiber of letting me be born.
But if anyone should regret anything, it’s me… for having such a despicable man as a father.
A wolf in the guise of respectability, dressed in tailored suits and surrounded by servile assistants. His empire of luxury hotels and export companies was nothing more than a well-designed facade: behind that curtain of glass and marble operated a dirty, lucrative, and dangerously extensive network.
"You’re a bastard!" he spits, his voice broken by fury. "I should h
