Xavier’s POV

I’d built my empire on discipline, on control. But the moment I saw Daphne’s phone screen and the photo of her son, I knew control was the first thing I was about to lose.

Her hands trembled as she held the phone out to me. Christian’s smile burned into my skull.

Charles wanted us to know he could touch the boy’s life without ever laying a finger on him.

Innocence captured in a frame that wasn’t innocent at all. The timestamp was fresh, too fresh.

Proof that ...