Antonio’s POV
I cannot believe I confronted her.
Even now, hours later, my hands still trembles when I replay it. The words I spat at her, the disdain dripping from my voice—was that truly me? Antonio De-Rosie, a man whose entire empire was built on loyalty, gratitude, and hard work—lashing out at the daughter of the only family who ever truly stood by me?
Camilla De-Canio.
Her parents worked for me for over thirty years. They cleaned my floors, chauffeured my children, tended to my gardens. Through thick and thin, they never once complained, never once asked for more than what I gave them. Their loyalty was unmatched.
And yet, here I am, destroying their only daughter with my words.
She stood there—pregnant, terrified, shielding her belly like I was some kind of monster. And maybe,
