Lucia’s POV

The world had turned against my father. I couldn’t stop wondering what he was going through, or if he even knew what was happening.

Every day, a new article came out, dragging Antonio Castellano’s name through the mud. Some called him a heartless criminal, a mentally deranged man who should be at rehab, others a coward who had run from his sins.

Lies. All lies.

I knew the truth. Or at least, part of it. Yes, my father worked for a front company, but he didn’t know. He ...