I looked up at Lorenzo, seeing him in a completely different light. "How long have you known?"
"Since I was seventeen. Found the letter hidden in Father's study." Lorenzo took his phone back. "Every day since then, I've lived with the knowledge that no matter what I did, no matter how hard I worked, I would never be good enough. Because I wasn't his."
"Lorenzo—"
"Don't." He held up a hand. "Don't you dare pity me now. I don't want your sympathy, Rafael. I want what I've earned. I want the power I should have had. I want everything you were given just for being born from the right man."
"So you're going to destroy me? Tear down everything Father built?"
"I'm going to take what's mine." Lorenzo's eyes were hard, cold. "And yes, if destroying you is necessary, then that's what I'll do. B
