Chapter 512 Revenge

• The scene at the Delano mansion was chaotic. Lucien Delano had insisted on carrying his wife inside, up to their penthouse bedroom, himself. He had not agreed to any suggestions that she could be taken in a wheelchair. He refused to let her down, despite her weak protests. A team of doctors was already in attendance, and Proserpina’s arm was bandaged under the Mafia Don’s watchful eyes.
• He stood, his face carved from stone, thick arms crossed, rigid and silent, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached.
• Not that he cared. Anger burnt in his eyes, but beneath it was something far more unsettling; it was the raw fear of a man who had just realised he could have lost the woman he loved.