“Correction,” Orion said smoothly, stepping closer to his son. His smirk was sharp enough to cut glass. “She’s your mistake… or should I say you’re her mistake?”
He laughed ... deep, mocking, cruel. It was the kind of laugh that crawled under your skin and stayed there.
Diva stood there, silent, the duvet wrapped tightly around her trembling body. She didn’t know what the f**k to say. Everything had shattered too fast ... her marriage, her sanity, her sense of control. And now, standing in a room dripping with testosterone and violence, she realized the cruelest part of all… both father and son were obsessed with her.
Not loved.
Possessed.
She took a shaky step forward, her bare feet brushing the cold marble. “Do both of you f*****g think I’m some sort of toy?” she snapped, voice trem
