RICHARD

When I got back to my room, I buried myself in my work, trying to forget what happened in that room with Isabella and how she had turned me away.

“All for that bastard,” I muttered as I crumbled a file in my hand, my jaw clenched. What was it about him, anyway? He was handsome, sure. Filthy rich, but I knew Isabella, and those things didn't sway her. So what was it about this bastard? He was going to be a problem, I know.

With him in the way, getting redeemed was going to be hell, but I wasn't going to let him be a blockage in my...