a's

I stand in the middle of my room, my hands still trembling, the ink from my signature

tract. You signed me into yo

ather's empire, the boardrooms, the politics. But Damian... he's different. He doesn't just

as always. Robert Montero-business tycoon, king in his world. But tonight, even he lo

tone isn't a question

nying it. "I didn

oss the room. "Damian thinks he can use you to choke

don't understand. He's not like the others, Dad. H

h. "Then I'll d

see it, do you? You may have built an empire, but Damian built

s enough. He knows I'm right, but he'll n

the hall. I freeze. My father straightens, his hand instinctively

ck suits step inside, their presence

says flatly. "You'

d, fury blazing. "She'

flinch. "Orders fr

say it, cold, absolute-

my head. "I'm not le

lies, as if that explains e

ars through the room

g for my arm. I yank it back, my heart hammering against my r

tightens. "You be

e deeper than ch

rushing through my ears drowns everything else out. Before I know it, the

sleek black car waiting outside,

the doo

owns the night itself, his gaze fixe

smooth, mocking, as if he

I bite out, cr

gerous. "Sweetheart, I don't

beneath my skin. "You think you can take me away fr

g closer until the space between

e a mo

s burning into mine. "But I'

g in my chest. "My father will fight yo

ld and certain. "That's ex

ay from everything I know. And as his w

about revenge. T

ust become