Sheila nodded, knowing that Wesley would stop at nothing to protect his interests. "You'd better," she said. "My uncle is not a man to be underestimated."
Wesley's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing. "I'm not underestimating him," he said. "I'm just going to make sure he knows who's in charge."
Sheila shivered at the cold tone in Wesley's voice. She knew that he was a man who would stop at nothing to get what he wanted. And what he wanted was her.
As his fiancée, Sheila was bound to Wesley by more than just a business arrangement. Their families had arranged for them to marry, securing a powerful alliance between their two families.
But Sheila had always felt trapped by the arrangement. She didn't love Wesley, and she knew that he didn't love her. They were just pawns in a game of power and wealth.
