Chapter 12 - The Father's Legacy
Two years after that fateful night in the hospital.
The grand Viti estate in New York was filled with the sound of cheerful laughter and warmth.
Two-year-old Maya, with curly dark hair and bright hazel eyes, ran across the manicured lawn in a yellow sundress, holding a toy sailboat.
Dante sat on the terrace bench, his dark suit jacket removed, his sleeves rolled up as he watched her play. When Maya stumbled on the grass, Dante immediately crouched down, catching her in his arms before she could hit the ground, lifting her high into the air as she squealed with delight.
"Daddy! Higher!" Maya laughed, hugging his neck tightly.
Dante held her against his chest, kissing her forehead with a depth of love that no biological bond could ever surpass. "I've got you, my sweet girl. Daddy will always catch you."
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Victoria walked out onto the terrace, holding two glasses of lemonade, a radiant smile on her face as she watched her husband and daughter play together under the warm sun.
👉 Read PART 13 to see the shocking news about Preston's final fate!
