The Heir's Retribution

CHAPTER 31

Chapter 31: TH WEIGHT OF TRUTH

My mind raced with questions. If I was confused before, I was even more confused now. I had found some answers, but it still didn't feel like I had. The answers I got only led to more questions, and the bigger picture still didn't make sense. Why did it feel like I was getting further away from the truth, not closer?

Nanatiling nakatitig sa akin ang ama ni Dominic. I lowered my gaze, unable to find something to reply to him. I didn't know what to say.

Do I think a life full of danger is for me? No. I never imagined it. I always wanted a normal life-find a man to marry, have a daughter, have plenty of sex, and live happily ever after. But the thought of a life without Dominic doesn't feel like a life at all. He has consumed me so completely that I don't think I could survive a single day without him.

The idea of losing him... it's unbearable. I can't picture my future without him by my side.

I cleared my throat and said instead, "You... must be proud of him. He went through a lot to prove that he deserves to be the leader of your organization."

I wasn't sure if he was surprised by what I said, but I was certain he didn't expect that to be the first thing to come out of my mouth after everything he had said.

"I am. I might not be able to show it to him, but I am," he replied, clearing his throat.

I nodded. I respected his honesty. Being part of the mafia, you're expected to uphold a reputation for being heartless and ruthless, so for him to admit that he cared, even for his son, meant a lot. Maybe the reason he said everything he said to me was that he just wanted to protect Dominic in the only way he knew how.

It was the same thing my father did. He offered my hand to Dominic in exchange for my protection. I can't blame anyone for this, not Dominic, but my own father. I might never fully understand why he made that choice, but I know he did it because it was the only way he knew to protect me. He believed that the Vitalis Organosi was powerful enough to keep me safe from the people who were out to harm us.

This knowledge answered a lot of questions, but it also raised a ton of new ones. Do I really know my father? Can I really trust Dominic? Or is this all just a dangerous game they're playing-one that I'm already too deep in to escape?

Napantig ang tenga ko nang makarinig ng mabibigat na hakbang umaalingawngaw sa tahimik na pasilyo. Bakas ang pagaalala sa mga mata ni Dominic nang magtagpo ang mga mata namin. Emerson was following closely behind him.

As soon as he got close, he immediately knelt down in front of me and checked my forehead using the back of his hand.

"Are you okay, sugar? I heard from the staff that you're feeling unwell," he asked, his eyes searching my face for any sign of discomfort or distress. There was genuine concern in his voice, and for a moment, all my doubts and questions seemed to fade into the background.

"Yes, I'm fine." I tried my best to smile at him. "Your father took good care of me."

Tila doon lang niya naalala na nandoon din ang tatay niya sa harapan namin. I caught a glint of amusement in his father's eyes as he watched us. He appeared much more relaxed now compared to earlier.

"Capo," Dominic said, nodding his head slightly in a sign of respect.

His father chuckled softly. "You're the Capo. I'm just your father now."

I noticed how the corners of Dominic's lips lifted slightly, a rare and subtle smile. It was clear how much he appreciated his father's acknowledgment. My gaze followed his father as he rose from his seat with an air of authority that seemed almost effortless.