The Vow of Vengeance, The Veil of Love

The air at my welcome-home party was thick with the smell of old money, but I smelled only betrayal.

After years building my empire overseas, the last thing I wanted was to play nice with the ghosts of my past.

Then I saw her, my ex-girlfriend, leaning into Andrew, my half-brother, the constant reminder of my mother's tragic death.

The smile froze on Jen's face when she saw me, a flicker of panic in her eyes, but it was too late.

I cut her off, my gaze cold enough to shatter glass, and made it clear: he was nothing, a cheap copy, and she, unworthy.