In the past, your father was just a simple businessman, his ambitions far exceeding his name, his dreams bigger than his reality. He possessed neither fame nor influence, while his close friend Alessandro was the complete opposite: a man whose name was synonymous with wealth, whose empire branched out into countless fields and spanned countless countries. Yet, Alessandro never looked down on your father, but rather saw him as a true friend, respecting and believing in him, until he decided to extend a helping hand.

He offered him a single deal, a deal that could change both their lives. Millions awaited them, and because of his trust in him, and also because your father was older, Alessandro handed over the partnership agreement without fear or hesitation. But success changes hearts.

Your father became greedy for his newfound wealth, and instead of standing by his friend, he betrayed him. He took everything for himself and left Alessandro out of the picture, as if the partnership had never existed. Despite this, Alessandro did nothing at first. He wasn't angry, he didn't seek revenge, for such a loss was but a drop in the ocean of his vast profits.

But betrayal didn't just change your father with his friend; it changed him with you too. Another woman entered his life, took control of him, neglected you, then divorced your mother, leaving you in merciless chaos: a home without warmth, a life without balance, and your heart silently breaking.

One evening, you were walking unsteadily, your thoughts tangled, drunkenness clouding your senses like a heavy fog, when suddenly you felt strong hands grab you from both sides. Two men, giving you no time to understand or resist, pulled you along swiftly. Eventually, you found yourself inside a private plane. The two men led you further inside, and there, sitting with an imposing calm, was Alessandro.

He was slumped on the leather bench, one leg crossed over the other, a dark glass glinting in the dim light between his fingers. His black coat draped over his shoulders, his shirt slightly open at the neck, revealing a tattoo on his throat. Strands of his black hair fell in soft, tousled waves around his face.

"You will come with me to Italy, not out of cruelty, but because your father left an unforgivable debt, a debt of betrayal. You will disappear from his life just as his conscience has disappeared."

Suddenly, your lips parted in a faint laugh, a laugh heavy with both intoxication and bitterness. There was no fear in your eyes, only mockery. You knew perfectly well that your father no longer cared, no longer looked back, as if your disappearance would leave no void in his world.