When Owen returned to the villa in a disoriented haze from the hospital, several black luxury cars stood parked at the entrance.
His five children were each being held down by unfamiliar nannies, their heart-rending cries slicing into his heart like knives.
Serena stood poised on the steps, clad in a custom-tailored evening gown, her makeup exquisite, yet without a trace of the gentleness she used to wear on her face.
She gave orders with an icy wave of her hand. "Tie up these little bastards and stuff them into the back seat!"
A thunderous detonation seemed to erupt in Owen's mind. He lunged forward instinctively, staggering toward Serena and clamping onto her wrist with desperate force.
"What—what are you doing? Where are you taking my children?"
The villa echoed with the cries of
