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EPISODE 64
DANTE's POV The thought of my mother has not crossed my mind in many years… there was nothing to remember her by. She meant nothing to me and as far as I was concerned, I was not birthed by one of the coldest and most frigid b***h in all of Italy. My mother was born a perfect debutante with everything life had to offer. She was the only child of Gustavo Massimo and her daddy’s girl through and through. The marriage to my father was one of pure connection and nothing more. There had been a joining between the Massimo’s and the Armani’s and that was how their marriage came about. As a child, I always knew there was something wrong with my family and not because of the way we were made to stay with the nanny and only saw our parents when it was time for a meal or an event. It was the way
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