"You got me drunk, then shoved that woman—Mia—into my bed?" Richard’s roar echoed through the hall. "You think you can blackmail me like this? You picked the wrong man. I hate being played."

His voice was laced with fury, but beneath it, the humiliation was unmistakable. Still half-naked, exposed and seething, he was caught in a trap with no graceful way out.

Shawn, however, didn’t even flinch. “What are you talking about? Mia’s our biological daughter. Do you really think we’d sacrifice her dignity just to scheme against you?”

He sounded so righteous, so clean—like he hadn’t personally thrown his own daughter to the wolves the night before. And Selene?...