Vincent's pov
I barely slept that night.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Rachel's face. The cold indifference in her eyes when she'd looked at me. The way she'd turned her back on me like I was nothing.
I had so many questions.
How had Rachel acquired the wealth she had now? The Horton family was one of the richest in Asia, how had she gone from being an orphan with nothing to being part of that family?
Why had she never reached out to me? Never tried to contact me in two years? I'd been searching for her, wearing her necklace, drowning in guilt and she'd been alive and well and building an empire the entire time.
And that brother of hers, since when did Rachel have a brother? How had she found her family after spending her whole life alone?
The way he'd treated me, had me throw
