(Alexander's POV)

The surname "Reynolds" tore through my heart like a silver blade. The memory of dropping off a little girl at a beautiful villa surfaced in my mind with devastating clarity.

The same villa where I had later found Olivia. I had thought she worked there as an employee, but now I was faced with the horrifying possibility that she was its owner.

I remembered the clever, cute little girl I had met that day. How her features had seemed faintly familiar, tugging ...