Chapter 120 – Daphne POV
The sound of glass clinking cuts clean through the fog of smoke and muttered conversation.
It carries.
Even in a room this loud, it's enough to pull everyone's attention. Heads turn. Voices drop.
I follow the sound with my eyes, already knowing what I'll see.
Luciano Castellano.
There he stands. By the fireplace. Tall. Immaculate in a three-piece suit that probably cost more than most of these men's monthly bribe budgets. His glass raised just enough to command the room without seeming like he's trying.
He wears confidence like a weapon. Not flashy. Not loud. Just heavy. Inescapable.
Bastard.
Thinks he's all that. Thinks the legacy belongs to him like it's owed.
He's the eldest, the Castellano golden boy. Loyal. Strategic. Poisonous in a way that doesn't leave bruises. Everything he says in public sounds noble—but I've seen him in private. I've seen the gleam in his eyes when my success threatened to outshine his titles.
