DARIO'S POV
The morning air was crisp as we arrived in Beykoz, Istanbul. The sprawling estate stood as a silent testament to my father’s power—a mixture of old-world grandeur and modern menace. As the car pulled up to the garden where Papa waited, I glanced at Katy. She was fidgeting with her hands, her usual fiery confidence replaced by a nervous energy she wasn’t even trying to hide.
“Relax,” I said, keeping my tone even. “He’s expecting us.”
“Are you sure your dad even wants me here?” she asked, her voice uncertain.
I paused for a moment before answering. “He needs you here, Katy. That’s the difference. Just keep your head up and follow my lead.”
She nodded, but the tension in her posture didn’t ease.
As we approached the garden, I spotted Papa seated at a wrought iron table, his
