Chapter 100 - Twist the narrative.

Vincenzo

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Dead...

That's what I felt from the inside. A chilling emptiness consumed me as I huddled on the cold floor within the shadows of my family's home.

My brother had brought me here after they found me pathetically paralyzed in my apartment.

I, Vincenzo Capone, got outsmarted by the woman I loved.

Loved?

Loved.

It's insane how, in mere seconds, your perspective on someone can take a wild turn.

One second you love them more than the whole world and the next, you hate them with every fiber of your being.

Your whole being caught in this intense switch, like a tug of war between what felt great and what feels like a punch in the gut.

Love and hate, surprisingly alike, are these crazy powerful feelings that have a knack for devouring you from within, like flames licking at the edges of your soul.

In the end, both have the power to reshape you, leaving imprints that linger long after the flames have subsided.

Claire Parker — She had me hooked from day one. I spotted