Chapter 279

Moosa knew the decision he took was insane. Every rational part of his mind screamed against it, warning him of the consequences, yet his heart had already made up its mind. Roshanay was expecting a son. The last visit to the doctor had confirmed it, the soft smile on her face afterward lingering in his memory like a precious photograph. And when that son would be given birth, he’d announce it to everyone as his own child. Even though it would remain behind the curtains, away from the scrutinizing eyes of society, that child, the next mafia don in the lineage of Isfahanis, would not be biologically related with the ancestors who had built the empire from the ground up.

Someone had once told his father that the Karimis would end the lineage of Isfahanis but in a way that the hands of the Isfahanis would be tied, powerless to stop it. Moosa hadn’t believed those words at that time, dismissing them as exaggeration and fear-mongering. But now, his wife, a Karimi, and the son she w