Chapter 65 This Means War

• Stefano
• The roaring inferno before them cast long, flickering shadows across the desert sand. Smoke rose like a black flag into the empty sky, carrying with it the memories of a thousand secrets buried in the charred remains of Stefano De Ricco’s countryside estate. The mansion had stood as a symbol of power and protection, but now it lay in ruins, collapsing piece by piece in a funeral of fire and betrayal.
• Stefano stood motionless at the front gates, the hof scorching wind whipping his suit coat open, the heat from the explosion still blistering against his skin. His hands curled into fists at his sides, jaw clenched so tight it ached. Every breath he took with rage.