Thomas leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms behind his head as he allowed himself a moment of smug satisfaction. Things were going perfectly. Laura was already trusting him more than she should, and her kids were growing fond of him. It was only a matter of time before Miguel found himself completely blindsided.
His smirk widened. Patience. A little more time, and everything will fall into place.
He reached for the glass of whiskey on his table, taking a slow sip as he recalled Laura’s laughter over the phone. She was so easy to manipulate, so eager to believe the best in people. That innocence made his plan easier.
But his moment of indulgence was interrupted when the door creaked open, and Marcus stepped inside. His nephew’s gaze landed on him, his posture tense with unspoken
