Roman Sionis had always been the epitome of control—powerful, untouchable, envied by all. Marriage was never in the cards for him until her. She had been a storm he couldn’t resist, sweeping into his life with passion, love, and an insatiable lust that set his world ablaze. When she became Mrs. Sionis, it was a union that burned brightly, but like any fire, it was bound to consume itself.

The divorce had been a spectacle of destruction. She shattered every priceless heirloom he owned, and he shredded her designer wardrobe without remorse. She played dirty; he played dirtier, and every retaliation only fueled the chaos. By the end, their love was buried beneath the rubble of spite and broken glass.

Now, two months without her, Roman was unraveling. Not that he’d ever admit it, of course. He could’ve called her, begged for forgiveness like any other man in his position might, but Roman Sionis wasn’t any other man. Instead, he bought the property next to the one she was renting—a calculated move to keep her close, even if it meant watching her from the shadows.

And now there she was, in the garden of her rented home, laughing with another man. Roman’s knuckles whitened around the glass of whiskey he clutched, his jaw tightening as a wave of jealousy surged through him. He didn’t know who the stranger was, but it didn’t matter. No one touched what was his.

Without a second thought, he grabbed his phone, dialing her number. His heart pounded with anticipation as he imagined her reaction. Whatever moment she was having with that man—he was about to ruin it.