The study room of Montrose had always felt like a war chamber more than a sanctuary. Polished mahogany walls, crystal chandeliers above, ancestral portraits glaring down from every corner—judging, whispering, remembering every triumph and disgrace that ever passed through this bloodline.
And now I was adding one more to the ledger.
“Withdraw your pride, Digby,” my father growled, voice hard like stone but already cracking at the edges. “Do not declare war on a man like Darious. Not in public.” Dagdag pa niya na para bang takot na takot kay Mr. Darious. But I don't care. Hindi ko kayang makasama sa business ang isang katulad niyang mapanlamang.
“He insulted this family—” I snapped. Kung pwede ko lang sanang iparamdam sa kanya ngayon kung gaano ako nasaktan and na disrespect by this very
