“If you’re letting your son play with a toy gun despite knowing the business we’re in, you’re disgusting, terrible, stupid, and in need of help,” Christian spoke, annoyed as he brushed past Emilio to make his way inside. “And you’re a bad parent.” “Yes, because you’re the parent of the year!” Emili

“Isobel—“ Beau called out, but Isobel had no plans to stop and continued her rant. “He’s an asshole who doesn’t care for anyone other than Siena, and that’s why she send her bikini pics to Dario—“ “Isobel, stop!” Beau stopped her from talking. It took some time for Christian to process her words,

“Isobel, you didn’t have to say all of that,” I told her as soon as she hung up the phone. Yes, Christian was an asshole, but no one could speak on him except for me. “It’s true, though,” Isobel spoke. “You’re too good for him, and you know that. He doesn’t deserve you.” “Please,” I begged her. “P

What? His disgusting words made me feel dizzy and shocked. I stared down at my shaking hand and tried to calm myself down. From all the terrible names he had called me, this one had to be the worst. “I’m sorry, what did you just call me?” I asked to see whether he had the nerve to repeat it. “You

“You know what, it’s fine, you’re coming with us.” Christian sighed as he slowly returned to his senses. He would at least try to push everything aside. Berto was his only priority at the moment. The moment they arrived back at the mansion, Christian stormed towards his office and locked the door,