Chapter 79 - Trial

Vincenzo

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Vincenzo Capone - Fifteen years old.

She entered the room clad in the most provocative attire she could scrounge up, yet it did little to mask the inherent lack of grace. She had taken off my mother's jewels, and it was for her own good, or else I don't know what I would have done.

What truly revolted me, however, wasn't the revealing outfit but the audacity she displayed. A smile was etched on her face, and there was not a symbol of respect for the man she purportedly shared a relationship with—my father.

The disregard for herself and the blatant disrespect for him festered a disgust within me that words could hardly capture. It was a grotesque display, and her grin only deepened my contempt.

She smirked, hands resting on her hips. "If you wanted me, Vincenzo, you could've just said it. Now I see why you were all worked up about me and your dad. You wished you were in his spot instead," she spat out, her words oozing with a shameless audacity that left a dist