Owen Kennedy leaned back in his chair, a cruel smirk tugging at his lips. "Did they really think it would work?" he muttered, swirling the liquor in his glass after reading the Kingsley's announcement about the marriage.
But the smirk faded when his gaze lifted, landing on the woman standing silently before him.
Jasmine. His daughter.
"This all started because of your stupid ideology of love!" Owen barked, slamming his glass down. The crystal skidded and shattered against the floor, shards scattering near Jasmine's feet.
She flinched, her lips trembling, but no words left her mouth.
"What did you gain from it, huh? Happiness?" His laughter rang hollow, bitter, mocking. "You had a life dripping in wealth, in security, and you threw it all away for love?" His eyes narrowed, voice slicing sharper. "And then what? You crawled back here after giving birth to that bastard daughter, whining that he couldn't give you enough!"
