-Chris-
It was a strange feeling, seeing the mansion come into view. I had never considered it home. It was merely where I grew up. The place had always lacked warmth. My father had ruled it with an iron fist. Coming from a very traditional family, he was a powerful supporter of Valerio’s family, which had granted him even more wealth and power. Yet it was I who fought alongside Valerio, not him.
I took a deep breath before closing the car door and walking down the large, stony path towards the white marble stairs. The grass was perfectly trimmed, and small lights lined the path, illuminating the grand façade of the house. My father was not one to act modestly.
Standing before the large white doors with golden edges, I looked from the ornate door knockers to the doorbell and then at the
