MICHAEL'S POV

The night of the wedding ended like a blur I couldn’t care less about. That fool had sprained her ankle, she was always creating drama.

My parents asked me to carry her to a room, so I dropped Alessa off in one of the guest suites, rough, quick, leaving her in the care of one of my favourite maids. That was the least I could do and my way of saying sorry for those years.

I headed straight to my wing.

My assistant, Mira, was already waiting by the door, like always.

“Sir, ...