“I will make this very clear for all of you. I am only going to say this once.” Hayden’s voice was as sharp as a razor on the small television screen in the hospital room.

Myla sat curled in the armchair beside Jared’s bed with a cup of tea in her hands.

On the screen, Hayden looked every bit the billionaire titan he was. With Beck standing behind him, acting as his bodyguard.

The television played at a low volume, but the reporters’ voices still cut through the quiet room.

“My wife ...