Bianca POV
The stinging on my cheek was so sharp that I could barely see straight, and I stared at my father as he stood over me with his chest heaving and his face a shade of purple I had never seen before.
He had never laid a finger on me in twenty-four years, but the news that the Valerius merger was stalling had finally snapped whatever was left of his composure, and he looked at me like I was a faulty product that he was ready to throw away.
"You had one job, Bianca, and that was to keep that man interested enough to sign the papers, but instead you’re sitting here crying while he’s off in the woods playing house with a common girl," my father spat, and he poured another glass of scotch with a hand that wouldn't stop shaking against the crystal.
"I can't force him to love me,
