Sam's anger had not yet cooled, but as he sat alone in his office, his expression began to shift. The fury burning in his eyes dimmed into something colder, darker, cunning. He thought of Jessica, probably still sulking in their bedroom, cursing Stella's name for bringing shame upon them. Yet beneath all her frustration, Jessica still had that manipulative charm, that soft, sugar-coated voice she used whenever she wanted something.
A slow smile crept onto his face. Yes, she could use that voice again. But not on him this time. On Bella.
Bella, the girl who had somehow, no, because of them, become Leo's wife. The one now living under his protection, surrounded by wealth, status, and influence. She was the key to everything they were about to lose.
