Franz had been on edge ever since Aunt Estella mentioned the dinner guest.
The CEO of Mythos Group. Arianne's good friend. The words had lodged themselves in Franz's mind like splinters, and he couldn't seem to work them free.
He wasn't the jealous type. He never had been. He had watched Arianne walk through boardrooms full of men who wanted her attention, had stood beside her at galas and press conferences where powerful people angled for her favor, and he had never once felt threatened. She had chosen him. She had married him. She had given him a son. Those were facts, solid and unshakeable.
But this CEO was someone she had never mentioned. Not to him. Not to the brotherhood. Not to anyone, as far as he could tell. Five years she had lived in this city, and she had built a connection with one of the most powerful investment groups in the world, and she had kept it entirely to herself.
