POV: Darius
Location: Darius Wolfe’s Penthouse, Manhattan
“Seriously, man?” Caleb asked as he walked into my kitchen like he owned the place. “You actually picked one of Victor’s daughters? And not just picked— to marry her? In two weeks?”
He didn’t even wait for me to answer.
“I mean—why Adriana? Why not the other one? Regina basically threw herself at you like a damn discount on Black Friday. What were you thinking?”
He kept going, too fast for me to catch a breath.
“You just met her! Five minutes. You barely even looked interested last night—and now you’re marrying her? A wife, Darius?”
I turned away from the espresso machine, coffee mug in hand. My patience was already thinning.
“Caleb,” I said calmly, with just enough edge to shut him up. “One question at a time. You’re giving
