"Ryle is here to spend some time with me. We're going to have a lot of fun today, right buddy?" Giovanni said, his voice filled with enthusiasm as he turned his attention back to his nephew, hoping to redirect the conversation and avoid any further tension.Jasmine's tone was inquisitive as she probed Ryle with questions. "No. But, we need to know why he is here, right? What if he needed anything? Tell me, Ryle. Why are you here?"Ryle's innocent voice filled the room. "I miss Uncle Giovanni a lot, Aunt Jasmine. I wanted to meet him. I overheard from Grandpa that he is in his pack house...so, I came here to meet him." He looked up at his uncle with an adoring gaze, clearly thrilled to be in his presence.Jasmine's lips curved upwards, touched by the little boy's words. "That's sweet of you, Ryle. But did you inform anyone at home that you were coming here?" she inquired, her voice gentle and kind.Ryle's response was hesitant. "Ummm..." he murmured, his gaze shifting to the floor.Gio
Giovanni spun around, his face twisted with anger, and barked out a sharp "What?" in Jasmine's direction. She stood her ground, her eyes fixed on him, her expression serious."I mean," she began, her voice low and measured, "I don't want him to become the next Lycan of our pack."Giovanni's eyes narrowed and he took a step towards her, his posture tense and intimidating. "What do you mean, Jasmine? Do you have any idea what you're talking about?"Jasmine drew in a deep breath, steadying herself for the confrontation to come. She knew that she had to explain herself clearly, or risk setting off Giovanni's temper even further.The air was thick with tension as Jasmine spoke, her voice hesitant and low. "Gio, he is your nephew... your brother's son," she said, pausing for a moment before continuing. "He doesn't belong here..."But before she could finish her thought, Giovanni's anger boiled over. He grabbed her wrist roughly, his grip tight and unforgiving, forcing her to look him in the
Isabella settled herself onto the chair positioned in front of the counter, her gaze fixed on Layla, who stood behind it. With genuine curiosity, Isabella inquired about Layla's tenure at this establishment, her voice laced with intrigue. "From how long are you working here?"Layla paused momentarily, absorbing the question before providing a response. The corners of her lips curled slightly, and she leaned forward, acknowledging Isabella's query. "Me?" she repeated, seeking confirmation, to which Isabella nodded affirmatively.A faint smile lingered on Layla's face as she embarked on narrating her work history with Giovanni, the proprietor of the establishment. As if reminiscing about cherished memories, she began, her voice carrying a sense of nostalgia. "Well, I have been working for Giovanni since the very day he came into this world, since he was born."As Layla's words reverberated through the air, Isabella's eyes widened in sheer astonishment, her facial expression mirroring he
"Why not? It's not as if I'm going to reveal to Giovanni everything you shared with me. Absolutely not! I'll simply remain silent," Isabella retorted, her voice filled with determination.Layla, the maid who had been entrusted with Isabella's care, responded gently, "No, dear. If you truly desire an answer to that question, you should ask him directly! My role here is solely to attend to your needs and prepare meals for you. That's all." Her words caused Isabella to let out a sigh of resignation."Alright... but please, do tell me... what was your initial reaction when he informed you about my existence?" Isabella inquired, her curiosity apparent. Layla nonchalantly shrugged her shoulders in response, portraying a sense of uncertainty."As I mentioned before, I am in no position to pass judgment on anyone or anything. From what I have observed, Giovanni is a thoughtful individual who carefully considers his decisions before making them. If he has chosen a particular course of action,
"I am aware that I caused you immense pain, and I acknowledge the depth of the hurt I inflicted upon you," Thomas expressed remorsefully, his voice laden with regret. In response, Giovanni let out a bitter chuckle, devoid of any trace of amusement or forgiveness."No. I refuse to grant you understanding or empathy," Giovanni declared firmly, his voice trembling with anger and grief. "I stated it once before, and I will continue to reiterate it without hesitation... you are a murdere. You callously took the life of my mother, solely for your own selfish gains!"Giovanni's words reverberated in the room, fueling the tension that hung heavily in the air. The weight of his accusation bore down upon Thomas, intensifying the gravity of the situation. However, before the silence could consume the space completely, a sudden voice shattered the stillness, demanding attention from all present."Enough, Giovanni!" the commanding voice erupted, slicing through the emotional turmoil like a blade.
Grace spoke up, her voice laced with concern and a hint of desperation. "He chose you. He made you his responsibility. Do you really want him to take your life while you are still in her womb, and let her live her life without you?"Giovanni pondered over Grace's words for a moment before responding with a grim sense of acceptance. "That might have been a much better outcome, I think," he replied, his tone heavy with resignation.Thomas, who had been listening silently until now, couldn't contain his anger any longer. He called out to Giovanni sharply, his voice tinged with frustration and annoyance. "Giovanni!" he exclaimed, his eyes flashing with a mix of anger and disappointment.Grace's voice carried a note of admonishment as she urged Giovanni to consider the impact of his words. "Please, Giovanni, think before you speak. Your words have the power to inflict deep wounds on others."In response, Giovanni let out a bitter laugh, his demeanor laced with a hint of defiance. He direct
Giovanni was clearly agitated as he addressed the group, "Tell me now... I am the Lycan King of this Pack! You can't deny it, can you? After all, everyone knows that I am not the original successor of this pack!"Grace, who was listening attentively, let out a deep sigh before responding. She understood that Giovanni was struggling with his identity and position as the pack leader. "It doesn't matter what others think about you," she said, trying to calm him down. "Your brother is dead, a long time ago. You are the king of this Pack, and that's final. Your children will be next in line for the throne, not your brother's son."Susan, who had been observing the conversation, was taken aback by her mother-in-law's words. It was clear that the topic of succession was a sensitive issue for Giovanni and his family. Susan's voice trembled with shock as she reacted to Grace's statement. "What?" she asked, her eyes widening in disbelief. She turned to her mother-in-law, Grace, who maintained
Grace's voice resonated with authority as she confronted Giovanni, her tone laced with defiance, "You won't dare to do that!"Undeterred by her challenge, Giovanni met her gaze with unwavering confidence. His voice carried the weight of his position as he proclaimed, "I will and I can! I am the Lycan King of this pack, and no one else possesses the right to oppose me. Not even you, Grandmother."The weight of Giovanni's words hung in the air, causing Grace to inhale deeply, steeling herself for the impending clash. Her response, laced with unyielding determination, was swift and resolute, "You will not follow through with that course of action. As a former queen of this esteemed Pack, I possess every right to stand against you!"A smirk danced across Giovanni's lips, amusement evident in his eyes as he chuckled softly at Grace's unwavering spirit. Sensing an opportunity to test the boundaries further, he proposed a startling alternative, one that caught Grace off guard and widened her