The private island staff had seen many things over the years, but nothing like this.

Mr. Reynolds, the head butler who had served Alexander Voss for seventeen years, stood on the terrace overlooking the ocean. His face remained perfectly composed as always, but inside, his thoughts were in turmoil.

She’s his stepdaughter.

The thought repeated like a curse. He had watched Ava grow from a quiet teenager into this… collared young woman who moaned Daddy’s name loud enough for the entire villa to hear. Last night, while bringing fresh towels to the master suite, he had heard her crying out again raw, broken, ecstatic.

How can he do this to...