Emily's POV.
The hospital doors slid open, and I heard it before I saw it…the heavy steps, the shuffle of men in dark suits, the distinct sound of power announcing itself without a word.
Richard Hart had arrived.
I closed my eyes for a second, inhaling sharply. I knew this would happen. I knew the second those damn videos got out, my father wouldn’t just sit back and let it slide. He wasn’t that kind of man. And now, here he was, standing in the doorway of my hospital room, looking like he was ready to set the world on fire.
His dark gray suit was ironed to perfection, his presence commanding. The air around him felt heavier, thicker, like even the walls were holding their breath. His men stood by the door, silent, waiting. They didn’t need orders. When Richard Hart walked into a room,
