I’m the man who has everything: a billion-dollar empire, a 10-bedroom mansion, and a beautiful, poised wife. I thought I controlled every minute of my day, every dollar in my portfolio. I thought my world was perfect. I just came home six hours early from a merger. Now I’m standing in the silence of my own marble hallway, listening to my wife—the woman I trusted with my child—torturing my disabled daughter. She thinks I’m still in London. She thinks she’s alone. She’s wrong. And she has no idea what happens next.
“ENOUGH!” My voice was not a yell. It was a roar. A primal sound that thundered through the house, shaking the crystal glasses in the cabinets. Seline spun around, her hand still in the air. Her face went from rage to a ghostly, blood-drained white. Her eyes were wide with pure, animal terror. “Adrien!” she…
