A Mafia Socialite Threw My Eight-Year-Old Daughter From Her Swing—Then She Smiled and Said My Dead Wife Had Chosen Her
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Chapter 23 / 27
Chapter 23 - Victor Moretti Without Fear
People expected me to destroy Celina.
I did not.
That disappointed certain people.
A man approached me privately at a restaurant.
“I can make her life unpleasant.”
“No.”
He smiled like I was joking.
I wasn’t.
Celina had already turned my reputation into part of her story.
Victor is violent.
Victor is impossible to challenge.
Victor needs someone to civilize his daughter.
Every unlawful act I committed in retaliation would validate the mythology she had built around me.
So I did something people found less interesting.
Lawyers.
Courts.
Therapists.
Security reviews.
Boring.
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Power is often measured by what a man can do.
I started measuring mine by what I did not need to do.
