D A N T E
I watched Ariana run out of the dining room, her face pale, hands shaking and her father didn't even blink just kept talking business like nothing happened.
Disgust twisted in my gut.
This man.
This arrogant, cold bastard, he sat there smiling, thinking my marriage to his daughter changed anything.
As if I'd forget he wasn’t responsible for my parents' deaths.
The proof was almost ready, just a few more pieces then he'd pay for everyone if his mistakes.
"Ariana seems...," her father remarked, sipping his wine.
I clenched my jaw. "Maybe because her father sold her like cattle."
The words slipped out before I could stop them.
Ricardo Melendez froze, his glass halfway to his lips.
Then he laughed a cold, humorless sound. "I wanted the merger and you wanted
