CHAPTER 29

FIFTEEN YEARS AGO,

Antonio Dante's pov,

"We have adoption," I repeated my statement like I had won a jackpot.

“We can adopt an already grown kid. We can-”

“Stop Antonio!” My father suddenly yelled and I flinched at his voice.

“If we had the opportunity to adopt, immediately you said you didn't want to be a part of this, we would have had adoption papers running!”

My heart sank. Not because my light was dulled and my hope crushed but because he had made me feel like an option. Someone who could be tossed away if I was not of any importance to him. He was breathing hard. But my heart was beating in my ears. My mother had gone to comfort him. Instead of me.

It was a business deal. Right from the start.

“You are the one and only legitimate heir to this business. If you don't inherit. Our business is gone just like that,” he snapped.

My head was bowed in thoughts, oblivious of my surroundings.

“We need you. All our ancestors' hard work and money was put into this. We can't let it go t