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Intro. Some stories begin with love. Others begin with death. This one starts with silence. The D’Alessandro mansion always seemed untouchable. Cold marble. Chandeliers that never shook. Gates tall enough to keep out the world — or to keep secrets within. Inside, decisions were made quietly and consequences occurred far from the eyes of society. Nobody saw the cracks. No one heard the echoes of the past that still walked through the corridors. Until he comes back. Years ago, a boy disappeared one night without witnesses. A boy too small to face the world, but big enough to learn that power makes no excuses. That same night, something else disappeared: any possibility of mercy. The world followed. Business grew. Fortunes multiplied. Surnames have become stronger. And Henrik D’Alessandro continued building his empire as if the past were just dust under the office’s Persian rug. But the past is not dust. It's hot.
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Intro. Some stories begin with love. Others begin with death. This one starts with silence. The D’Alessandro mansion always seemed untouchable. Cold marble. Chandeliers that never shook. Gates tall enough to keep out the world — or to keep secrets within. Inside, decisions were made quietly and consequences occurred far from the eyes of society. Nobody saw the cracks. No one heard the echoes of the past that still walked through the corridors. Until he comes back. Years ago, a boy disappeared one night without witnesses. A boy too small to face the world, but big enough to learn that power makes no excuses. That same night, something else disappeared: any possibility of mercy. The world followed. Business grew. Fortunes multiplied. Surnames have become stronger. And Henrik D’Alessandro continued building his empire as if the past were just dust under the office’s Persian rug. But the past is not dust. It's hot.
Adrian Volkov
@Onyx
Adrian Volkov