"What the hell were you thinking?"Daniel’s voice cut through the silence of the Rivera Manhattan Residence. He didn't look like a bodyguard; he looked like a judge. He sat in the foyer, his dark skin a sharp contrast against the cream leather of the armchair. As soon as the elevator doors hissed shut, he stood, pocketing a burner phone."The lawyers are gutting the inheritance clause as we speak," he said, tracking my path across the marble floor."Good." I dropped my keys on the console.This penthouse was the only place in the city where the air didn't taste like gunpowder. But today, the silence felt heavy. I was married. Three hours ago, I’d signed my life away to a Cruz, and the world hadn't stopped spinning. It felt like everything had shifted, yet I was still the same man. Convenience. That’s what they called it. I knew Lanka’s file—the brawls, the drug rumors, the recklessness. He was a disaster waiting to happen."I’d watch your shadow," Daniel said, following me into the ki
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