Chapter 30: Dante’s Breaking Point
****Dante’s POV****
There are moments when a man knows he’s standing at the edge of something.
A precipice. A decision. A revelation that will either turn him into a god—or bury him like the rest.
I was there.
Right at that jagged, crumbling edge.
And everything in me was screaming not to jump.
But I jumped anyway.
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After the journal. After the DNA. After the will. Everything had changed. Not just for Isabelle, but for me. I wasn’t just a soldier anymore. I wasn’t a pawn. I wasn’t some furious bastard burning through the underworld with rage in my chest and blood on my hands.
I was Cassano.
I was heir.
And I had no idea how to be either.
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The Cassano estate was a mausoleum when I walked through it alone. Empty halls. Empty portraits. M
