Davian's Point Of View
The papers scattered across the marble floor, legal seals glaring up at me like a taunt.
I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. Billions, gone. Just like that.
Everything I had fought for, sacrificed for, bled for, ripped out of my hands like it was never mine to begin with.
The pressure inside my chest built and built until it was unbearable, a brutal, monstrous weight that clawed up my throat like molten lava.
And then I exploded.
"FUCK!!!" I roared, the sound tearing from my lungs so violently it felt like my ribs cracked.
I lunged up from the floor, grabbing the first thing within reach the heavy glass whiskey decanter, and hurled it across the room with all my strength.
It shattered against the wall with a deafening crash, shards of glass raining down like lethal, glittering confetti.
Not enough.
Not nearly fucking enough.
