My son’s fiancée cut my hair in the garden and mocked me—unaware my billionaire son had just returned home early and seen everything.

dramatic to get your attention. She practically threw herself into the scissors!”

Damian’s expression turned to solid stone. He didn’t argue. He didn’t ask for her version. The visible injury on my scalp and the scattered hair made the truth undeniable.

“Pack your things,” Damian said, voice flat and lethal.

“What?” Serena scoffed, crossing her arms. continue reading …