his expensive wool trousers pressing into the plush carpet. He looked nothing like the "King of Sinclair Industries." His hair was damp from the

ng white, but his expression remained a mask of cool curiosity. He didn't

aid, her voice trembling slightly. It w

. He looked at Dominic as if he were a complex math equation he couldn't qui

f pain. He looked up at Serafina, his gaze desperate. "He's mine. Serafina, look at him. Y

a reminder of the six years of hell they had survived together. She took a

s dropping like stones into a well. "He i

ng back into the familiar Sinclair fire. He tried to step toward Leo

lted the woman I love. If you don't leave this suite right now, I won't just call the police-I'll call the

dark heat that radiated off him. "The woman you love? She was my wife

the man who had ruined her, her eyes burning with a cold, blue flame. "You told me to sign the papers and disappear. I did exactly what you

fina! If I had known

ed Leo like another asset to be managed? Another piece of the Sinclair legacy to be polishe

went pale. "Wha

is was the only way to protect her child. "Leo's father is a man I met in London. A good man. A man who didn't view me as a 'placeholder.' If you want to see

ed at the way Leo stood-the exact same stance Dominic used when

the fire was gone. He looked like a man who

fina said, turning her back o