Chapter 10
"Mrs. Sterling, I appreciate the confidence you have in my daughter," Calloway began, his voice tight with a restraint that bordered on brittle. "But 'keeping your grandson grounded' isn't a job description I ever wanted for her. Serenity doesn't belong in your world, and frankly, I don’t want her to."
He held her gaze, the unspoken words heavy in the air between them. He couldn't bring himself to say it plainly—that he refused to let his daughter sell her soul to some silver-spooned frat boy who collected conquests like trophies. To Calloway, Evan was nothing more than a predator hidden behind a tailored suit, a boy who treated women as disposable accessories of his affluent lifestyle.
Eleanor, however, hadn't built an empire by being oblivious. She saw the flash of disdain
