'The true heir of the Corleone family,' Dani thought bitterly. It was a title he had once envied, thinking it could one day be his. But reality was cruel—Ulrich stood far above him, in a place Dani could never hope to reach, no matter how hard he tried.
"Let's go. I'm eager to introduce you all to Father," Ulrich said, turning to leave with his followers.
"Yes, Master," they replied in unison, following him as they headed toward the mansion.
Dani bit his lip as he watched them go. The true heir had returned, and once again, he would be compared to his brother. But this time, there was one key difference.
'That illegitimate bastard,' Dani seethed internally.
The one who had driven him into this corner, the rising star of the Corleone family—Dani knew that his older brother, Ulrich, wouldn't leave Sylas alone. Ulrich, who was obsessed with talented individuals, would either claim Sylas as his own or, if that failed, ensure that no one else could have him. Dani was certain of that.
