**Darius's POV**
The day I became a father, I made a promise—a vow to always put my daughter first. Every decision I make now carries the weight of her future, shaping the world she'll grow up in. But Frank... Frank's choices have shown me time and time again that he doesn't deserve the title of Allison's father. There's nothing in him that says protector, nothing that suggests he cares. Today, I've set a trap for him—one he can't resist. A private gambling table with seventy-five million dollars dangling in front of him like a carrot, and he's bitten. Hard.
He's there now, sitting at the table, sweating bullets, every reckless bet tightening the noose around his neck. He doesn't stand a chance. I made sure of that. The house always wins, and today, *I* am the house.
