Chapter 68
Miles Archer had never considered himself a violent man. He was calculated, strategic, the kind of person who solved problems through careful planning and leveraging resources rather than brute force. But right now, standing in his office at Archer Industries, staring at the closed door that Dante had disappeared through less than five minutes ago, he wanted to hit something.
Or someone.
Preferably his younger brother, who'd just walked away with lipstick staining his collar and marks visible on his neck—evidence of what he'd been doing with Ravyn in that bathroom. Evidence that made Miles's blood boil with something he refused to acknowledge as jealousy because he had no right to be jealous. He was engaged. To Ravyn's sister. He'd moved on.
Except he hadn't. Not really. Not
