Gianluca's POV
The glass shattered against the marble wall.
“Damn that b***h!” Gianluca roared, his voice bouncing off the walls of his private estate. The pieces of crystal twinkled on the floor like mocking stars.
He paced around the room, sweeping papers off his desk and knocking over a bronze lamp that clattered to the floor. His servants nearby flinched but knew better than to enter. When Gianluca was angry, it was better to let the storm pass than risk being burned in its blaze.
He slammed his fists on the desk. “I had him!” he growled, eyes wild with fury. “Just one drink, one drink and a few hours in a hospital bed, and the entire table would’ve started doubting his strength. The Kingship would’ve faltered.” If only his mother had been a male child, he wouldn't have to fight t
