I received a text from Marcus, inviting me for a 'business discussion' at the Alcove mansion.
Ever since the Alcoves learned the truth about my involvement in Xandria's kidnapping seven years ago, the brothers have been a little wary of me when it comes to Xandria—especially Marcus.
And here I am, sitting across from Marcus in one of the mansion's study room.
My gaze fell on the fireplace crackled in the corner, its warm glow casting shadows over the thick oak desk piled high with neatly arranged papers, most of them no doubt containing Marcus's latest strategic plans or some form of calculated risk.
He was always like that—laser-focused, always thinking two or three moves ahead, like a chess player in an endless game where only one thing mattered: winning.
Tonight, however, it wasn't Alcove Enterprises or a financial report he was concerned with.
No, this was personal.
