Emily’s POV

Daniel had barely finished speaking into his phone when a sharp, blaring alarm chimed from the nightstand.

It wasn't a phone call. It was a mass news notification.

"Daniel..." I gasped, my fingers tightening against the silk sheets as my own phone vibrated violently in my hand. "Look at this!"

Daniel’s head snapped toward his tablet screen. A bold, blood-red banner flashed across the top of every major media outlet: EXCLUSIVE: VICTORIA WALKER SPEAKS OUT ON DANIEL WALKER’S DARK PAST IN LONDON.

"That foolish, hysterical woman," Daniel growled, his silver eyes instantly turning into pure, lethal ice.

He tapped the screen, and a live broadcast filled the room...