Chapter 10 - The True Family
The massive crystal chandeliers were turned off, letting the natural sunlight pour over the pristine white tablecloth.
Alessandro sat at the head of the table. He wasn't wearing a sharp three-piece suit. He wore a relaxed, comfortable sweater, his face radiating absolute health, power, and undeniable peace. The poison was completely out of his system.
He wasn't sitting alone.
Sitting directly across from him was Clara, looking incredibly beautiful, vibrant, and completely healed from her horrific trauma. She smiled warmly at her husband, holding his hand across the table.
And sitting right next to Clara was little Sophia. She was happily eating a bowl of strawberries, wearing a bright yellow dress, and coloring a brand new picture with her crayons.
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Alessandro looked at the brave little girl who had completely saved his life and rescued his wife. His heart swelled with an overwhelming, unshakeable peace, knowing that true power isn't found in trusting the men with guns—it is found in the brilliant, fierce courage of the innocent who refuse to stay silent in the dark.
Do you think getting shot in the knee and dragged away was enough justice for Victor, or did the cruel bodyguard deserve a harsher punishment for faking her death?
