*Aryanna*

Darren’s frown grew, his gaze shifting to the security guards at the edge of the room. “Get her out of here,” he ordered with a final bite. Lisa struggled, twisting as the guards approached, but Darren didn’t flinch. His cold stare pinned her, dismissing her with the briefest flick of his gaze.

Her father, Jerome, jumped up, his face stricken. “Darren, please—she’s my daughter,” he begged, a hand raised in desperation. “She’s made mistakes, but we ...