Greg's POV
The sun was setting when I went to my personal garden. It was one of the few places where I could find some kind of peace. I needed a moment to think—to breathe.
I sat on one of the benches under the old oak tree, my hands resting on my knees. My head was a mess, full of things I didn’t want to think about.
Luca’s betrayal, the whispers of my men saying I was soft, Aurora, and now the growing storm I could feel was coming.
I couldn’t forget where I came from. The years I spent fighting, surviving, clawing my way up to where I was now. Back then, when I was just a teenager, I had nothing. No family that cared, no warmth, no safety.Only survival.
I remembered the cold nights, sleeping in empty buildings or alleyways, feeling like no one in the world even knew I existed.
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