Gabriel finally stood before things escalated further. "Marcus."
"Don't start."
"Sit down."
Marcus looked like he wanted to swing at someone. Instead he grabbed the side table nearest him and hurled it toward the wall violently.
The crash exploded through the suite as wood splintered apart instantly.
The nurse flinched visibly and the guards moved closer now.
Marcus's chest rose unevenly while sweat rolled down his face, his body physically shaking from withdrawal, frustration, and helplessness all fused together.
And underneath all of it sat the same ugly truth neither brother wanted to say aloud anymore—Daniella was gone.
Not just temporarily. Not emotionally. Gone in the deepest sense possible. Like she has finally abandoned them.
Because for the first time in her life, she had finally chosen herself over them.
