“You f*****g bastard,” Drew spits, swaying slightly on unsteady legs. Blood trails from his nose, trickling past his lip as he sucks in a breath. “You think I wouldn’t find out that Beatrice left you for good?”
I stand frozen, a wall of shock pressing down on me. Not one fiber in my body moves to help him. He can bleed out for all I care. But Alex… I’m scared for him. Scared of what this means—for his inheritance, his reputation.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Alex growls. His jaw tightens, fists clenched so hard his knuckles go pale. I step forward, instinctively closing the distance between us. My palms lift to his face. He stills a little at my touch.
“Don’t listen to him, darling,” I murmur. He catches on fast, slipping into the performance like a second skin. “He’s jus
