Ryan's POV.Power wasn't about having the spotlight. It was about controlling who stood under it, and right now Declan Westwood was basking in it like it was his birthright.I was so angry and I knew that somewhere across the town, he was probably holding Isabella's hand, smiling for the cameras and pretending to be the golden boy my grandmother never deserved to raise. He was just adopted and adored. It was so pathetic. He wasn't even one of us by blood and yet he had our grandmother's kiss on his cheek. Her trust in his decisions and the worst of all is Isabella. I curled my fingers into fists at my sides. Isabella should have been mine, instead she paraded on Declan's arm, dressed in diamonds and designer clothes like I never meant a damn thing to her. And my grandmother who was my own blood looked at her like she was the second coming of Grace. And there wasn't any way I was going to sit still and let all of this happen right before my eyes. I had finally come to a decision a
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