The new judge was widely known for his integrity.A man who could not be bought.Trying to bribe him would only make Greg’s situation worse.This was no longer just a trial.It had become a reckoning.The weight of it pressed heavily on Greg’s shoulders.At that moment, Dante’s lawyer— a sharp, confident woman named Elena walked over and leaned down to whisper something into his ear.Giulia frowned slightly, concerned.She gently took Dante’s hand, massaging his clenched knuckles.“Don’t worry,” she whispered softly. “Victory is ours.”Dante’s legal team resumed the case.Elena stood again, her gaze sharp and unwavering.“My lord,” she said clearly, “we have testimony from a former associate of Mr. Marconi.”The courtroom stirred.“He was offered a substantial sum of money by Mr. Greg Marconi to remain silent regarding an illegal land acquisition he did and killed the owners.”Murmurs spread across the room.Dante’s chest tightened.He was waiting.Waiting for the moment when his lawy

Dante had spent nearly two weeks in Bari, moving quietly from place to place, visiting sites around the city, checking on his company, and carefully laying out plans to reclaim his family’s assets that were taken over by some certain individuals.Albeit Armani fought to retrieve it, but his efforts proved abortive, as the deceased Mr. Moretti never had his name written on the will of his properties.The only person that could do that was Dante, and he didn't want to reveal him then.The main project of rebuilding his father’s compound had been deliberately paused.As long as Greg was still roaming free, it was too risky.Rebuilding that compound would expose something Dante was not ready to reveal yet—the truth that he was the last remnant of the Moretti family.If Greg discovered that, Dante’s mission to eliminate him and everyone involved in his family’s destruction could collapse before it even truly began.Greg would immediately realize Dante wasn’t the helpless pauper everyone be

After Dante left Bari for Milan, he made sure his return remains a secret. No one should know he's returning back to the city. Absolutely no one except his wife, Giulia Moretti.He had even warned her in the strictest terms not to reveal to anyone he's now in town.Dante wanted time to observe the city before making his return official. He knew one thing with certainty. Greg would come for him eventually.Because of that, he preferred to remain anonymous for now, watching from the shadows while studying the city and planning his next move.His flight landed in Milan at exactly twelve o’clock in the afternoon. Yet Dante did not leave the airport immediately.Instead, he stayed there quietly until mid-evening, blending in with the endless flow of travelers. Only when the sun had begun sinking into the horizon did he finally leave for the hotel he had booked.When his chauffeur pulled up in front of Xclusive Royal Hotel, Dante stepped out of the car and adjusted his coat calmly.The luxu

Bianca adjusted the strap of her handbag as she stepped onto the busy sidewalk, her eyes scanning the road for a cab.Morning traffic flowed relentlessly, engines humming and horns blaring in the distance.The city was already alive, with people rushing to work, vendors calling out to potential customers, and the occasional taxi slowing down to pick up passengers.She lifted a hand slightly, hoping to flag down a cab.Just as one began slowing toward her, the soft purr of another vehicle approached from behind. A sleek car rolled to a stop beside her, its tinted window sliding down slowly with a faint mechanical hum."Hello," a man's voice called out.Bianca halted mid-step. Her brows knitted together as she turned to face the stranger inside the car. She didn't recognize him.The man leaned slightly toward the open window."Excuse me," he said again, his lips stretching into a friendly smile.Bianca hesitated before responding. Her instincts told her to be cautious. These days, a wom

It was exactly eight o’clock in the morning when Dante stepped out of his hotel room, two neatly packed suitcases resting beside his feet.For a brief moment, he stood there in silence, staring at the closed door behind him as though the past few weeks were replaying in his mind.The examination period was finally over.Which meant it was time to return to the place he's tolerated, which is the Santoro family.Dante let out a slow breath, then grabbed the handles of his luggage and walked toward the elevator. The soft wheels of the suitcases rolled across the polished floor, echoing faintly through the quiet hallway.When the elevator doors opened on the ground floor, Dante stepped out calmly.The moment he entered the reception hall, the lively chatter that had filled the place suddenly died down.Silence. A strange, almost awkward silence.Heads turned one after another as their eyes landed on him.Every single person in that room vividly remembered the chaos that had erupted here a