The car stopped in front of Nathan’s abandoned warehouse. His driver hurried out and opened the door for him.

Just by looking at him, it was clear Nathan was in a bad mood, and the driver didn’t want to be the one to catch it.

Nathan stepped out, his movements heavy, anger gnawing at his chest like fire.

The rage wasn’t just about Adrian destroying Tessa. It was that Tessa trusted him, acted like he was someone reliable. She had run to the arms of the first bastard who ...