Leonardo closed the door to Bella's room after asking the maid to stay beside her and call him if anything changed. He didn't want Bella to be alone, not after what just happened. She had flinched at his touch—flinched—and that single moment had shaken something deep inside him.
He couldn't even look at his own hands.
But then he heard her voice.
That voice.
That disgusting, high-pitched, fake cry echoing from the living room.
He walked down the hallway like a ghost with fire under his skin. Each step carried ice in his blood, but the moment he turned the corner and saw the scene unfolding—Alexa crying in Alan's arms, Casper patting her back like she was the victim—his anger burned alive again.
