“I need some air.”Without another word, Alessandro stormed out of the house, his emotions tangled in a mess of frustration and unresolved pain.Federico exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “Has this house always been this toxic, Aldo?” he muttered, collapsing onto the couch.Aldo sighed, watching Alessandro disappear through the front door. “Not always. But some wounds never heal… they just find new ways to bleed.”Meanwhile, outside, Alessandro changed into his racing gear—his fitted suit, gloves, and specialized shoes. The anger bubbling inside him needed an outlet, and there was only one place he knew could match his storm—the track.Sliding into his sleek blue racing car, he gripped the wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white. His jaw clenched as his thoughts spiraled.Why can’t she just fight back?Why can’t she bark at them, bite back, show them she’s not weak?Antonia let her stepsister’s cruel words pierce her over and over, never standing her ground. How does she expect to
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