Antonio’s POV
I was the cause of all this.
Every night since the confrontation at the De-Canio home, the same thought clawed at me until I could barely breathe: This is my fault.
For years, I believed I was building something unshakable. I believed that my sacrifices—working late nights, fighting ruthless competitors, forging alliances even with devils—were for them. For my family, for my sons.
And yet, here we were.
Two brothers who once played side by side in the gardens of this estate now stood on opposite ends of a war I created. A young woman—innocent, undeserving of the chaos we’d dragged her into—caught between them. And an unborn child, my first grandchild, about to enter a world divided by blood, scandal, and bitterness.
I blamed myself.
I used to think strength was about n
