MICHAEL'S POV

I didn’t marry Alessa to save her.

I married her to control her. To cage her. To clip her wings before she ever learned to fly. To crush whatever light she thought she carried.

To remind her that no matter how rich her father was, no matter how sharp her tongue, or pretty her face, she didn’t belong in my world, she never will.

Not as my wife.

And certainly not as my equal.

So I handed her three monsters, dressed in gold:

Astor Dominion Tech Innovations.

Lumé Luxe ...