Chapter 27 - the falling king
marco was quietly dragged from the dining room, his pathetic pleas echoing through the marble hallways until they were violently silenced. the internal purge was swift and merciless, securing tessa’s absolute control over every corner of the empire. however, the stress of the constant betrayals and impending wars had taken a severe toll on the family's oldest pillar. later that evening, don salvatore collapsed in his private study. the sharp sound of his silver cane hitting the hardwood floor sent tessa and gabriel sprinting into the room. the feared, legendary patriarch was clutching his chest, his breathing incredibly shallow and erratic. the private syndicate doctors rushed in, turning the luxurious study into a makeshift emergency room, but the prognosis was grim. his heart, burdened by decades of grief, violence, and heavy responsibility, was finally giving out. tessa knelt beside his leather chair, holding his cold, trembling hand. tears welled in her fearless eyes as she watched the most dangerous man in new york reduced to fragile mortality. salvatore looked at her, his dark eyes softening with immense pride. he whispered that his firstborn son, antonio, had sent her to save his soul.
👉 what are salvatore's final, heartbreaking words to his granddaughter?
