Alessandro's POV.
I dashed into my office and angrily headed towards the table. I pushed down everything on it; papers, pens, files.
I was so angry.
Sophia knew nothing about what I had been through in life. I knew some people's pain might be greater than mine, and they turned out to be good people. However, there was no option for me to be good.
I was born in violence, hated from birth, and my life had nothing to do with happiness or opportunities. I didn't even attend school like normal people. My life had always been miserable, and being this way was the only way I had to cope with the fact that everything in me was dark.
If she knew the pain I had to endure to get to this point, she would prefer I chose death instead. Being abused made her so hateful towards Rita and me, imagine
