POV: Dusten
A slow smirk rested on my face as I drove through the busy road.
This was only the beginning.
Naomi still had no idea what I was truly capable of. She didn't know the kind of man I was. Selling our child wasn't even the tip of the iceberg.
Five million dollars?
That was just the starting point.
By the time I finished with her, she would be completely ruined.
Her.
That billionaire i***t, Tristan Cole, who was helping her.
All of them.
Then I’d disappear with enough money to start over somewhere else.
A small laugh left my throat.
“Plastic surgery my foot.”
My fingers left the steering wheel briefly before brushing across the scar on my face.
The rough skin stretched beneath my fingertips.
Yeah…
I hated the f*****g scar.
I missed my old face.
But over time, I st
