Darkon Sartori
Darkon Sartori did not rule with noise. He ruled with silence—the kind that made grown men swallow their pride and criminals pray to gods they never believed in.Billions bent to his will. Businesses, both legal and buried in shadows, carried his name like a curse. In boardrooms he was untouchable; in the underworld, he was feared. Cold as ice, ruthless by nature, and sharp with sarcasm, Darkon had a way of smiling that never reached his eyes—because mercy had never lived there. Everyone knew better than to cross him. Everyone—except the woman who once called him husband.Francine Sartori had been his weakness, his rare indulgence in something resembling love. Together, they had built a family—two children who bore his name and his dark eyes. For a time, even a man like Darkon believed power could coexist with happiness.Then Francine chose herself.She left—not for another man, not for betrayal of flesh, but for a dream she claimed was bigger than him.
About Darkon Sartori
Darkon Sartori did not rule with noise. He ruled with silence—the kind that made grown men swallow their pride and criminals pray to gods they never believed in.Billions bent to his will. Businesses, both legal and buried in shadows, carried his name like a curse. In boardrooms he was untouchable; in the underworld, he was feared. Cold as ice, r...Read more