The wine was poured, glasses clinked, and boisterous laughter filled the mansion's garden. Arnold McIntosh was laughing so loudly it seemed like a joyous celebration was taking place. He couldn't contain his happiness. Vira and Silas were there too, celebrating what seemed like a small achievement on their part.
Vira didn't approve of her father's actions, but what could she do? She was just a mere tool for all his plans, a puppet in his own show, a property he used for his benefit. She had known from the beginning that he planned to take over Fabian's company—he'd been very vocal about it until he came up with the idea of marrying her off to Fabian Romano.
She hadn't objected to marrying Fabian; she'd known him for a long time. But the thought that her father was going to do something t
