"Have you all completely lost your minds?"

My voice shook with rage.


"He's your brother!"

"He's the one who's gone mad! He'd burn the world down for you!"

Brandon growled.


"This time it was arson and provoking Dominic Zane—what about next time? He'll drag the Shaw family and you straight to hell! This is the most effective solution!"

I stepped back, putting distance between us.


"Brandon Shaw, your entire family is rotten to the core."

Brandon grabbed my hand desperately, as if I might vanish if he let go.

He held on with white-knuckled intensity.

He pleaded frantically, words tumbling out.

It was utterly unlike him.

"I'll save him! I can save him! Anna..."

"As long as you're happy... as long as you don't leave me!"

"Please don't divorce me. Please."

"Shut up," I cut him off.

"Tell me exactly where they're holding him and when they plan to move him."

Brandon's face relaxed momentarily before tears spilled down his cheeks.

"Anna, you really don't care about me anymore."

He wiped away the tears carelessly, hanging his head.

His usually immaculate hair fell messily across his forehead.

Like an abandoned dog.

He watched his wife worry over another man, his heart twisting painfully.

But he had no choice—he'd been the first to betray our trust.

Even if his wife openly cared for another man right in front of him, he had to endure it.

"He's being held at the Shaw family estate. Tonight at nine, they'll transport him by private jet to some 'treatment facility' in Switzerland."

"Don't worry. I promised you I'll rescue him."

"Even if it means going against my own family."