87."Legacy's Burden"

POV Andrew

Everything in my life started going wrong when they closed my father's coffin, and my supposed adoptive mother left. Imagine, for a fifteen-year-old, that kind of pressure. I took on everything very young.

That day was the only time I screamed. The pain of mourning was unbearable, and even though my father and I clashed, he was the only person I had left.

Back then, all I could feel was hatred for her for leaving us, and I didn't know the real reasons why my mother had to go. But now I knew… and I also knew that she was Emma's real mother. Fate was a bastard and loved to play with people's lives.

It was clear. For the longest time, I thought my uncle was my mentor. He took care of me while I was submissive and innocent, thinking he would stay in power. But when I matured enough to understand that all of this was mine, and if I wanted the respect and honor of being the Don, I had to walk on my own two feet, he began to distance himself.

So, I did what I had to do. I did