They say legacy is blood.
But mine was built on bones.
Ivan was my father. A man who wore charm like armor and cruelty like a second skin. He wanted GreenLee Ricci—not for love, but for conquest. She was promised to Luca, but Ivan didn’t care. He hunted her like prey.
Lina helped him. She wanted Luca for herself. Thought if GreenLee disappeared, she’d have a chance. So she betrayed her own blood. Led Ivan straight to her.
But GreenLee didn’t break.
She ran. She fought. And Luca found her first.
He killed Ivan.
Boris never forgave that.
He blamed Lina. Said her betrayal got his brother killed. Said she was weak, selfish, poisoned by Ricci lust. So he slit her throat and raised me in the ashes of their sins.
He didn’t raise me to mourn.
He raised me to finish what Ivan started.
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