Darius' POV
I've never felt so lost. So hopeless. So empty.
Even my mansion—once filled with life, with purpose—now feels like a hollow shell. My nanny is gone. The lawyers are gone. My daughter is gone, though at least I sent her somewhere safe. And Allison… ripped away from me. The only thing that had started to make sense in my life.
What the hell do I do now? Where do I even go?
"For a man of your caliber, you think an awful lot..."
The voice jolts me like a gunshot. Jessica.
Shit—where's my gun?
"Calm down. I'm not here to fight. Actually, I feel sorry for you. Deeply sorry, because, believe it or not, I liked Allison. Grenade reached out recently and told me everything—said I shouldn't blame you. But the funny thing is, I never did. Not you. Not even Allison. From the beginning, I knew you loved her."