The billionaires’ brawl
Daphne’s POV
Time froze as he approached, his steps malicious, each one echoing like a judge’s gavel in my mind, screaming guilty!
The lawyers tightened their circle around me, but it didn’t stop the dread clawing up my throat. Cain’s grief had twisted into something ugly, something that wouldn’t bend
Not for Troy, not even for me.
“Daphne Blake,” he said, his voice low and venomous, cutting through the noise. “You’ll pay for what you took from me.”
I gripped the edge of my chair, my knuckles white, unable to speak. The station buzzed around us with reporters shouting questions, cameras flashing through the windows but all I could see was him, his fury pinning me in place. Troy stepped closer, his hand finding mine again, a silent vow in his touch, but even
