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Antonio's Confession
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2024-10-25 07:00:08Antonio's POV
I stared at Phoebe as she asked again, her voice confused and trembling. "What do you mean, which home?"Her eyes searched mine for some clarity, but I just finished my drink and looked at her disinterestedly. I almost felt sorry for her. Almost.She really had no idea.“To be honest,” I started slowly, swirling the wine in my glass, “this wasn’t how I planned it.” I gave her a look that I knew would unsettle her. “I was going to handle your father. Break him. Ruin him. And when I was done, I would let him know that I was behind it all, and then watch him suffer.”I paused, watching her absorb my words. She looked so confused, so naïve."But," I added with a sigh, "his death ruined everything. My plans, my satisfaction... everything. He died just too suddenly."Phoebe blinked, clearly still trying to piece together what I was saying. "I don’t understand what you're trying to say. Who do you want to break anRelated chapters
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