Chapter 8 - The Fatal Tantrum
The massive, world-altering realization crashed into James Castalano's brain with devastating, absolute clarity. The math was undeniably perfect. Eight years ago. The betrayal. The exile. The seven-year-old child with his exact eyes.
He wasn't just defending a random maid's daughter. He was crouching in front of his own flesh and blood.
Before James could even process the overwhelming, profound emotional shock of discovering he was a father, Camille made the absolute worst, most catastrophically fatal mistake of her entire, privileged life.
Completely blinded by her own toxic, fragile ego, and entirely misreading the absolute silence of the mafia boss, Camille refused to apologize. Instead, she threw a massive, unhinged, and highly public tantrum.
"I am not apologizing to this trash!" Camille shrieked hysterically, her expensive ivory gown rustling aggressively as she stomped her high heel against the polished marble floor. "She's a filthy rat! James, have your guards throw them both out into the street right now! I won't have my engagement party ruined by the same pathetic, lying whore my father ran out of the city eight years ago!"
The entire grand ballroom plunged into a dead, absolute, and utterly terrifying vacuum of silence.
Camille’s hands immediately flew to her mouth, her eyes widening in pure, unadulterated horror as she realized exactly what she had just screamed at the top of her lungs.
In her blind, desperate rage to humiliate Elena, the arrogant fiancée had completely slipped up. She had just publicly confessed to a massive, blood-soaked syndicate secret.
James slowly stood up from the marble stairs.
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The profound, emotional shock of discovering his daughter instantly, violently evaporated into the air. It was entirely replaced by a dark, frozen, and absolutely lethal wrath that completely terrified every single hardened criminal in the room.
👉 Read Part 9 to see the truth completely unravel the syndicate.
