Dave's POV

I sat in the dim light of my penthouse, staring out at the sprawling city below. It was supposed to be my wedding night. Instead of being with Belle, I was drowning myself in the second bottle of whiskey that I could barely tell what color the liquid was. The wine burned as it slid down my throat, but it did nothing to quell the fury boiling inside me.

A few hours ago, I was supposed to become a husband, but now, I was sitting here alone, humiliated, insulted, and trampled upon by that bastard, Zane Caruso. Belle had run away, and somehow, Zane knew more than he...