chapter 37

Antonio stood at the edge of the cliff, the wind whipping through his hair as he gazed out at the vast expanse of the ocean below. The sun was setting on the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the landscape, but there was no warmth in Antonio's heart. All he felt was a burning rage, a seething anger that consumed him from within.

For years, he had harbored a deep-seated hatred for his uncle, the man responsible for his father's death. It had eaten away at him, gnawing at his soul like a ravenous beast, until there was nothing left but a hollow shell of the man he once was. But now, as he stood on the precipice of revenge, he felt something stir within him, a flicker of hope amidst the darkness that threatened to consume him.

He had spent years plotting his revenge, biding his time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And now, that moment had finally arrived. His uncle's empire was crumbling, weakened by years of infighting and betrayal, and Antonio knew that the time was r