Chapter 84 Ghosts Of The Past

Aemilio stood over Raimundo's lifeless body, the weight of years of rivalry and resentment crashing over him like a tidal wave. Relief washed over him, but it was tempered by an undeniable bitterness, one he could not shake off. This was a long-awaited moment—a culmination of years spent in the shadows, plotting and biding his time. He had always known that this confrontation would come, and now that it had, he felt both the thrill of victory and the weight of an old sorrow. As he looked down at the man who had been a thorn in his side for so long, memories flooded his mind—fragments of a childhood marred by pain and helplessness. He thought of Erico, his younger brother, and the torment that had shaped them both into who they were today.