My world narrowed to Juliana's retreating form as she walked out with Gavin Johnson. Every instinct in my body screamed to stop her, to pull her back into the safety of my arms and get her as far away from the Johnsons as possible.
I'd faced down business rivals, hostile takeovers, and even physical threats without blinking. But watching my wife willingly walk into danger for the sake of others—that left me feeling truly powerless.
"Let her go." The voice came from behind me—Delilah Silas, Liam's mother. "This is between the Johnsons. It's where she belongs."
I turned slowly, my expression carefully controlled. "My wife belongs with me."
"Don't be a fool, Nathaniel," she continued, smoothing her designer dress. "If Jasper Johnson wants to discipline his niece, that's family business. The Ricardo name doesn't need to be dragged further into this mess."
