Yvonne straightened subtly, her gaze fixed and resolute. “Yara might care about you, but not in the way you think she does. Her insistence on marrying you? Don’t fool yourself—it’s nothing but a calculated ploy to snatch what belongs to Whitley, just to hurt her.”

Yosef gave a fleeting smile, one so faint it barely registered as genuine. “Let me guess—Whitley’s the one feeding you this rubbish? Yara isn’t that kind of person. She’s innocent, naive even. Yes, ...