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.

said.

Serena scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

Damian stepped forward again, and the air itself seemed to drop. “Now.”

The scissors clattered to the ground.

“You’re overreacting,” she snapped, but her confidence was cracking.

Damian picked them up carefully—not to threaten, but to remove them from the moment. He placed them on a distant table and turned back continue reading …