Damon

“Sir, please—” I tried to speak, but he cut me off.

“Chiara will never belong with the likes of you. Go find a girl from your own pitiful class and leave my daughter alone. You’re nothing but a worm, a gold digger desperate for what you can never earn.”

“I love her,” I shouted into the phone, my voice cracking.

“Love?” He laughed, sharp and merciless. “Love is for people who can afford it. What matters is power, money, and pedigree—things you will never have. ...