Orchestrated Freedom

Victor Donovan eyed Claudia's threatening face, his calculating gaze narrowing. He knew when to fold. This was a battle, not the war.

His daughter was still his, after all. She wasn't going anywhere.

'That old witch Claudia is completely shameless,' he fumed internally.

In Highridge, Tristan Harrington wasn't just from a wealthy family; he was the golden boy of the elite.

Marrying his daughter off