VINCENT.
Everyone knows me as a ruthless, unyielding man—a person whose heart is as cold as stone and whose resolve has never once been shaken. They know me as someone who has never allowed a woman to stand by his side, and they are not wrong.
Well, every single one of those things is completely true.
With the power I possess and the status I carry, all it would have taken was a single word, and countless women would have willingly come to me. Yet despite having every opportunity, I have never laid a hand on any of them, not even once.
Anabel was the first woman I had ever laid, the only one to break through my icy detachment, and I selfishly didn't want her to ever be touched by another man in the same way—especially not Noah. The very thought of him laying a hand on her made a dark, vicious jealousy burn through my blood.
So how could I possibly let her go?
