~Darius's POV ~
As Abigail walks past me, I can feel my heart pounding, reacting to the storm raging in her eyes. Her words replay in my head like a curse I can't shake off.
'You could have taken any other woman as your bride, Darius,'
She's right.
And the worst part is, I know it.
But pride... pride has always been my poison. It keeps me from admitting what I already understand too well.
The first time I saw her was in court.
The case between Kendal Corp and my car company dragged on for two months, and I made sure to attend every single trial.
Watching her defend Trevor with that razor-sharp confidence, it was infuriating. She wasn't just good. She was flawless. And I knew then that if I didn't have her on my side, I'd lose.
So I started digging.
It didn't take long to uncover Taro Nakamura, her father, drowning in debt, neck-deep in blood. I found everything. The murder of his wife, Veronica. The existence of the two daughters he kept buried.
