Carlos's POV
I knew the deaths of my two cherished people were orchestrated by that bastard father and his woman. Tristan didn't die by accident, and that woman's mad behavior was clearly amplified so they could lock her away in an asylum, even though she'd never shown such wildness before.
I tightened my fist once more. Rage consumed me, knowing I was helpless to save them. I was weak, and foolish to think I should remain good when others treated us with such cruelty.
After witnessing what they did to the people I loved, I understood I had to become ruthless to battle those equally vile bastards.
'And for my Gracie...' I glanced at Grace, who watched me with worry in her eyes. I'd harbored terrible plans for Grace initially. Given her reputation as Tristan' notorious temptress, I could have used her child as leverage to earn my father's blessing.
I would have traded the baby for absolute control over the Benjamin empire, then destroyed them all from within.
