The night’s chill wrapped around Lorenzo like a suffocating shroud as he stood outside the dilapidated warehouse that served as Celeste’s lair. The city’s skyline shimmered beyond the cracked windows, mocking him with its indifferent glitter. Somewhere out there, life carried on—lives untouched by the poison that now coursed through his veins.
His breath came slow, deliberate, trying to quiet the storm raging inside. Every heartbeat was a drum of war, every thought a battle between rage and reason. He had uncovered the ledger, seen the rot festering beneath his family’s empire, and discovered a traitor whose face haunted his darkest nightmares.
His father’s death—a murder wrapped in deception.
A family shattered by betrayal.
And now, chained in Celeste’s merciless grip, Lorenzo was no
