It was Maddox, and my late mother’s family had left behind a fortune large enough to make greedy men lose their minds.

Isabelle stared at me as if seeing me for the first time.

“You lied to me,” she whispered.

I looked at her coldly.

“No.

I protected my daughter from people exactly like your father.”

The man in the gray suit slid one final photograph across the table.

It showed Matthew Rodriguez standing outside a private law office.