This was the woman who had worked overnight shifts, then come home and ironed his only good shirt before school interviews.
This was the woman who still put soup in his refrigerator when he traveled too much, even though he owned more houses than she had ever wanted him to buy.
She had never asked him for anything.
That was exactly why Vanessa had chosen her.
‘And once we’re married,’ Vanessa said, ‘I decide who has access to him.’
Daniel’s hand tightened once against the wall.
Then it loosened.
The first person to explode usually loses control of the room.
Vanessa had never understood that about him.
She had called him gentle.
Reporters called him unusually polite for a billionaire.
His staff knew he said please, remembered birthdays, and did not humiliate people in public.
Vanessa liked that version.
She mistook discipline for softness.
Daniel lowered his suitcase to the floor.
The wheels made the smallest click, but Vanessa was too busy enjoying herself to hear it.
