GABE’S POV

I froze at the door, uncertain for the first time in my life. For ten years, I’d meticulously planned the perfect revenge against Ernest Abertton. I’d traced every detail of his life, day by day, until I pinpointed his weakness: Olívia, his middle daughter, the bastard child who came into his world at ten years old.

I’d never stoop to marrying an Abertton myself, so Jorel was my best bet. My brother was the kind of guy who cared about nothing but himself. He’d make ...