Raina’s POV
The next morning
I woke to the sound of voices downstairs.
Sharp.
Tense.
Unpleasant.
I frowned slightly, rubbing sleep from my eyes before slipping out of bed.
The villa still smelled faintly like Harrison’s cologne.
That annoyed me more than it should have.
I walked downstairs slowly, only to stop halfway down the staircase.
Helen Grant stood in the living room wearing a cream designer suit and enough diamonds to blind an entire city block.
Beside her…
Sophia.
Of course.
Because apparently peace was illegal in this house.
“Harrison and I grew up together. I know him inside out,” Harrison said sharply, cutting his mother off mid-sentence.
I blinked.
Wait.
What?
I stared at him in disbelief.
Wasn’t this man supposedly obsessed with Sophia?
Shouldn’t he be th
