Chapter 216

James Whitfield stood in his Manhattan office, watching surveillance footage of Alexander talking to Camille, Stefan, Hannah, and Victoria at the event, he saw the look of remorse on Alexander’s face. His hands gripped the edge of his desk so tightly his knuckles turned white as he watched Alexander talk to them, and betray everything they had built together.

“Twenty years,” James whispered to the empty room. “Twenty years of planning, and this weak-minded fool throws it all away for a woman who destroyed his uncle.”

The rage burning in James’s chest felt familiar, comfortable even. He had carried this anger for so long it had become part of his identity, as essential to his existence as breathing. But watching Alexander collaborate with the enemy brought that fury to a boiling point that threatened to consume everything in its path.

James turned away from the surveillance screens and walked to the wall where a single photograph hung in an expensive frame. The imag