Daphne’s POV

The knock wasn’t gentle.

It was a pounding, a warning.

The noise outside my house was deafening.

Engines idled. Microphones extended like weapons. Flashes popped, leaving spots in my vision.

Reporters pressed against the barricades, shouting my name like wolves scenting blood.

“Ms. Rivera! Ms. Rivera, what’s your response to the allegations?”

“Daphne! Is it true you destroyed the Black marriage?”

“Are you raising Charles Black’s grandson under false ...