Crystal chandeliers bathed the main hall of Sawyers Cooperation in golden light, disguising the rot beneath polished smiles and tailored suits. This was not a celebration—it was a gathering of predators. Every guest invited was a mafias, partner tied to the Sawyers family by blood, money, or betrayal, and every conversation carried the weight of unspoken threats.

Deniz standing beside Hann, played his role perfectly—silent, attentive, the image of a devoted husband. But his eyes betrayed him, flickering across the room, cataloguing exits, faces, and dangers.

Minutes passed like hours before Deniz finally turned to Hann, his lips curving into a smile so warm it almost convinced the room.

“I need to go to the toilet for a moment,” he said politely.

The words tasted bitter. Every second of this performance made his skin crawl. Acting like a loving husband, standing beside the woman tied to everything that had ruined him—it was revolting. And the longer he stayed, the harder it became where he wanted this act ended and his hatred began.