This time, before Daniel Cross could finish, I pulled the gun from my waist and pressed it against his forehead in an instant.
“The rumors are true. Anyone who crosses me never lives to see the next sunrise. That includes you.”
My voice was so cold it even startled me, and Daniel’s face turned ghostly pale.
As the sole heir of the largest private military organization in the U.S. underworld, the first lesson I ever learned as a boy was never to be without my gun—whether eating or sleeping.
The butler’s cry rang in my ears.
“M–Master Ethan, what’s happening?!”
Olivia, Grace, Hannah, and Sophia Lane all rushed into the garden at the commotion.
Grace stood beside me.
“What is it, Ethan? What did he say to you?”
Daniel waved his hands frantically.
“I only wanted to thank Mr. Cole for allowing Sophia and me to be together today. Perhaps I said it wrong and upset him…”
Before he could finish, Sophia clutched my wrist, her brows furrowed, her expression conflicted.
“Ethan, don’t make it hard for him.”
When I didn’t move and kept the gun trained on Daniel, Sophia swayed, then suddenly released my hand and fell to her knees in front of me.
“Ethan, I beg you—please don’t hurt him.”
It was the second time that day she had dropped to her knees for Daniel. Her face was still flushed with the heat of recent passion.
At that moment, the last string in my heart snapped.
My arm slowly lowered the gun. I closed my eyes tightly until the moisture faded, then turned and walked back into the house.
“Sophia, control your man. If he dares to show off in front of me again, you’ll die with him.”
Two days later, Mr. and Mrs. Hart arrived with Emily Hart.
The butler accepted the long wedding registry from Mr. Hart and handed it carefully to my father. Mr. Cole didn’t even look at it—his eyes only burned on Emily before he sighed.
“The Cole family doesn’t need these things. All I want is for Ethan to be happy.”
From the moment she entered, Emily’s gaze had been fixed on me, and I took the chance to study this so-called simpleton daughter of the Hart family. She was as beautiful as the rumors claimed, but somehow different too. Her eyes, though childlike, seemed to hold an ocean’s depth.
When Emily and I locked eyes, my father waved his hand.
“Ethan, she’s our guest. Show Miss Hart around the estate.”
As we walked toward the garden, a heated quarrel drifted to my ears.