_Author’s POV_
Mathias gestured to the housekeeper. “Call Zarelle Stormy.”
“Um, sure. But why, boss?”
“Just do it!” Mathias snapped impatiently.
Maybe Zarelle was too afraid to call, Mathias thought. Or maybe she was too stupid to realize he was behind the post.
As the housekeeper dialed, Mathias sat on the sofa and rehearsed what he was about to say. He would start by establishing his power—make it clear that he controlled her fate. Then he would offer her a way out, but only if she returned the ring immediately and perhaps threw in an apology for good measure.
The more he thought about it, the more certain he became that she would capitulate. Women like her always did. They put up a brave front at first, but eventually, they crumbled under pressure. It was only a matt
