That night, she was the center of attention among her friends, basking in admiration.
For two years, at business dinners or private events, I gave her the respect and attention she wanted.
Once, a young heir from another wealthy family made a crude remark about her. I didn’t hesitate—I slammed him to the ground in front of everyone.
From that day on, the entire circle knew Selena was mine. No one dared show her the slightest disrespect.
I used my name, my influence, and my patience to lift the Hart family up—and used my sincerity to please her.
Yet this was the return I received: betrayal, perfectly rehearsed lies, and public humiliation.
When I returned home, I called my father. Calmly, I recounted everything that had unfolded that night—including Richard’s shameless accusations.
He was silent for a long moment before speaking, his voice steady.
“The Cole family doesn’t bend.”
“If the Hart family has made their choice, then so be it. Do what needs to be done.”
“I’ll handle the rest.”
His words cleared away the end of my hesitation.
That night, I gave my orders.