The afternoon sun cast a soft glow over the penthouse windows as Alessandro stepped out of the house, black sunglasses shielding his calculating eyes. His tailored suit clung to his tall frame as he slid into the backseat of his Maserati. Today wasn’t for meetings or enemies, it was for business. His wine business, to be exact.
The new brand label—sleek, classic, and powerful, had just hit the market, and the feedback had been astonishing. Orders were pouring in from different parts of the country. Exclusive restaurants, luxury lounges, even international buyers had started putting in requests. Alessandro barely smiled these days, but when he held the latest report in his hands, his lips curved faintly.
Success was the sweetest kind of vengeance.
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Back at the penthouse, Rose found her
