POV: Darius
The sun was just beginning to set below the New York skyline when I finally left the office.
I slid into the backseat of the SUV, letting the familiar hum of the engine drown out the sound from outside. The car pulled into the slow moving traffic, weaving its way toward Sutton Place—a quiet, upscale neighborhood where the Wolfe family mansion stood like a monument to legacy and control.
Collins, my driver, didn’t say a word as usual. He only spoke when spoken too, and right now, I appreciated the silence. I needed it.
Earlier today, Caleb had brought in the documents. Signed. Sealed. On paper, Adriana belonged to me. Legally mine. But I hadn’t told my parents yet. Not even a whisper. That was what tonight was for.
Dad—Daniel Wolfe—wouldn't care much, I knew that. His onl
