Michael strode into the living room, his presence commanding as always, with Samantha trailing behind him.
As she approached the door to step outside, he reached out, gently but firmly catching her wrist. “You never learn, do you?” he asked, his voice calm but laced with an edge of control.
Samantha turned, narrowing her eyes. “What now, Michael? You can’t keep everyone locked away like they’re part of your little empire.”
Instead of responding, Michael walked over to a discreet panel in the corner of the room. He pressed a button, and the large screen on the wall came alive, displaying a live feed of the driveway. Outside, Amanda was arguing with the guards blocking her path.
“This is my house!” Amanda exclaimed, her voice sharp and defiant as she tried to maneuver past the imposing
