"Neither you nor Nellie will ever be allowed to leave my side."
He turned and slammed the door behind him.
Jocelyn stared at his retreating figure and remembered the first time she'd met him. Back then, he'd been the Sanchez family's unremarkable second son—an older brother above him whose brilliance cast a long shadow, branch families circling below like wolves. He was trapped in the middle, belonging nowhere.
In those days, when people in Harbor City spoke of the Sanchez family, they knew the eldest son. Nobody knew Ivor.
But he had clawed his way forward through sheer ruthlessness, tearing open a path by force.
After Jocelyn married him, she had cleared every obstacle in his way, one by one, until he sat securely at the helm of the Sanchez Group. The man everyone feared. The man everyone called Mr. Sanchez.
Yet he knew it himself—he didn't possess the talent or finesse of those he'd surpassed. The only thing he had was madness.
A madman's greed to seize. A madman's obsession to possess. And a madman's compulsion to destroy everything he couldn't have.
Jocelyn felt a sudden, piercing clarity: this man was pathetic.