Stripped of Everything

Third-Person POV

Three days had passed.

Three days since Don Carlo had issued his command.

Three days since Hera had delivered her ultimatum.

And now, Aiden stood in his father's grand office, his jaw clenched, his posture unwavering, as he faced the consequences of his decision.

He had made up his mind.

He wasn't divorcing Artemis.

Not now.

Not ever.

—-

Don Carlo sat behind his massive mahogany desk, his piercing gaze locked onto his son. The air was thick with tension, a storm of fury and disappointment brewing in the elder Creek's expression.

Hera stood off to the side, her hands resting protectively over her stomach, her expression carefully crafted into one of quiet suffering.

And Kane—

Kane leaned against the bookshelf with an infuriating smirk, arms crossed over his chest, watching everything unfold like a spectator at an execution.

Aiden knew what was coming.