Rafael's POV
I stared at the photo on my phone screen until my vision blurred with rage.
Maliya in the garden, her dark hair catching the sunlight. She was smiling, actually smiling, as she walked beside Marcus. She looked free. Happy.
And someone had been close enough to capture every detail.
The message that came with the photo was simple: "Beautiful wife. It would be a shame if something happened to her."
No signature, Not even a demands. Just a threat wrapped in five words that made my blood boil.
I threw my phone across the study, It hit the wall and shattered, pieces of glass and metal scattering across the floor.
My hands shook as I reached for the bottle of whiskey on my desk. I needed something to calm the storm in my chest before I killed someone tonight.
I had spent thre
