Liam’s POV
“Liam, what are you doing?” Aunt Emilia’s voice rang out, shaky but loud enough to stop me. She looked weak, her face pale and body trembling as she tried to hold herself upright. She was sitting on the cold floor, her hands tied behind her back with a thick rope, and her legs bent awkwardly. The pain was clear in her eyes.
“So he chooses his wife over his mother. How touching,” Mateo sneered with a crooked smile, followed by a bark of laughter. He crossed his arms and leaned back slightly, clearly enjoying the moment. I knew what it looked like. I knew how bad it seemed. But trust me—it was all part of my plan.
Mateo lifted a hand and gave a small signal to one of his men. The man walked over to the chair where Daisy was supposedly tied up. He untied her carefully, then help
