Confession

Dominic's POV

Hearing Antoni's confession, a twisted sense of relief washed over me, bitter and cold, like a knife slipping between my ribs. I had suspected the truth for so long, the uneasy feeling lurking in my gut every time he smiled too easily, every time he spoke with just the right words to win my father's favor. But now, hearing it from his own lips, the weight of that truth settled like lead in my chest.

He had tried to kill me.

He had tried to kill Daniella.

And worst of all, he had used Eva, manipulated her, twisted her into a pawn in his sick, selfish game.

Angry rose in my throat. I clenched my fists so tightly my nails dug into my palms, the pain barely grounding me against the storm of emotions raging inside. I wanted to rip him apart, to make him feel every ounce of the betrayal, the agony he had caused. But more than that, I wanted to understand why.