DARIUS
âHow long have you been engaged with her?â Saionji asked seriously.
I frowned. I, engaged to Olivia Sumer? Was Saionji deranged? I didnât even laugh at the absurdity.
âThat is not my fiancé, Saionji,â I snapped.
Archie kept touching her lower back as they danced.
~Always after my shiny toys.~
âWell, then she must be important. I thought that honor could only be granted to your family.â He shrugged, lost in thought.
âWhat are you talking about? What honor?â I asked bitterly.
âShe is wearing your grandmotherâs peacock brooch.â
~What a gold-digging bitch.~
My eyes went directly to her left breast, where the brooch hung delicately.
A brooch valued over a hundred million dollars, and she was wearing it.
I found the two jewelry keepers in a corner, closely monitoring her.
It was the real jewel. My grandmotherâs jewel.
My face turned to stone. Of course. She was playing all along.
I scoffed at the thought.
The painting of innocence, with a family heirloom, digging her hands into a new possible target.
~Just. Like. Sarah.~
Pathetic how she tried to convince me otherwise.
âIf youâll excuse me.â I left Saionji behind.
To my surprise, before I could reach her, Luther stepped forward, interrupting the dancing couple.
This was getting good.
I crossed my arms over my chest, wondering how my uncle would react to his motherâs brooch.
She was clumsy dancing with Luther.
They stumbled awkwardly in an attempt to move.
The gold digger was twirling in the arms of a snake, and I found it so amusing.
It couldnât get better than this.
He whispered something in her ear that made her expression change abruptly to surprise and then concern.
I laughed, feeling warm.
~Olivia, I warned you.~
He left her alone in the middle of the ballroom, and she stayed there, lost in her world, oblivious of her surroundings, biting her lower lip.
After a moment, she followed him out of the event and into the main house.
I followed behind. There was no way I would miss the wolves playing with their food.