Her Daddy Issues
That idiot probably thought I was some expendable pawn my family had sent to hers in a desperate cling to power.
Fine. Since she obviously had some unaddressed daddy issues, I'd discipline her properly!
The very next day, I drove straight to her villa. Only the housekeeper was there, saying that Joyce was still in bed.
I pushed open the master bedroom door, and was greeted by the thick stench of alcohol. Inside, Joyce lay sprawled over the bedroom, while a man laid beside her.
It was Lucius, one of his hands wrapped in bandages.
He was wearing nothing but boxers, stretched out casually next to Joyce, scrolling on his phone.