Robert’s POV

The night was thick with silence, broken only by the distant hum of passing cars and the occasional rustle of leaves in the cold night breeze.

I stood in the shadows, watching, waiting.

Freddy’s mansion loomed in front of me—a symbol of everything he had stolen. The wealth, the power, the woman.

Aliana.

She was inside, asleep in his bed, living in his world.

A world that should have been mine.

Not anymore.

Tonight, I was going to burn it all down.

I adjusted the strap of the rifle on my back, my fingers twitching in anticipation. I had studied this place for weeks. Freddy thought he was...