Meanwhile.. Vincent Moretti’s eyes narrowed as he watched Rowan Falcone from across the room. The ceremony was in full swing, but Vincent’s focus wasn’t on the couple exchanging vows or the heartfelt speeches. No, his attention was locked on the man seated a few rows ahead, who, with a smug expression, seemed utterly captivated by Amara. His grandson.. for god sake... Vaughn, sat comfortably on Rowan’s lap, completely at ease. The sight of it made Vincent’s blood boil.
Isabelle, his wife, sat beside him, her hand gently gripping his arm as if sensing the storm brewing inside him. She had always been the more composed of the two, the one who could keep her emotions in check even in the most volatile situations. But she knew her husband well, knew the fire that burned within him when it cam
