Dominic Valerius sat in his car across the street from a high-end bistro. Through the window, he saw them.
His father, Arthur Sterling, was cutting a steak with precise, violent motions. Across from him sat Cynthia Sharpe. She was laughing, pointing at a tablet. They looked like two sharks deciding how to split a seal.
Dominic gripped the steering wheel until his leather gloves creaked. Cynthia had betrayed him for a bigger paycheck. And his father… his father was planning to destroy the Crofts not for revenge, but for profit.
He looked down at his phone. He hated William. He resented Victoria for choosing the “safe” option. But he knew Arthur Sterling. Arthur wouldn’t just defeat them; he would humiliate them. He would destroy Victoria’s reputation to devalue the company.
Dominic typed a message to a number he wasn’t supposed to have.
*He’s coming for you. Not physically. Publicly. Watch the headlines. – D*