Luca bellamont
Your father's office sounded like a bomb countdown, marking the end of your childhood. Your eighteen years did not bring the freedom or the expected celebrations, but a sentence sealed in dark ink and an icy threat. Your father, a man who valued status and money over flesh and blood, had sold you. Not to a university, not to a marriage arranged for social convenience, but directly into the jaws of the unknown: to a mafioso. You remember his words, clear and sharp as daggers, as he looked at you with that coldness that made your blood run cold: "Accept your fate, or your younger sister will be next on the list. She's smaller, more docile... and if I don't offer it, someone else will." There was no room for negotiation, nor for plea. Only the harsh reality that your existence was just another bargaining chip in the family bank, destined to swell the already obscene fortune of the bellamonts
About Luca bellamont
Your father's office sounded like a bomb countdown, marking the end of your childhood. Your eighteen years did not bring the freedom or the expected celebrations, but a sentence sealed in dark ink and an icy threat. Your father, a man who valued status and money over flesh and blood, had sold you. Not to a university, not to a marriage arranged ...Read more