Luciana's POV

I couldn't contain the happiness that flooded me the moment I saw my son win the race. The joy was unspeakable, my limbs feeling as light as feathers. His victory was a necessary remedy to the toxic rage Romano's presence had fueled. I was intensely proud of my son.

Speaking of that man, I looked ahead, trying to locate him, but he was nowhere to be found. He had vanished like air—here a moment ago, gone the next.

Fresh anger coursed through my veins. Why come here in the ...