The stolen family brooch planted in the maid's pocket.

"Gareth, you cannot believe this is worth ending our alliance over," Sienna sobbed, her chest heaving as she tried to backpedal. "We are supposed to unite our syndicates! You cannot throw all of that away! I will leave the maid alone! I will send her away with a fortune!"

Gareth stood immovably in his tailored dark three-piece suit. He kept his broad shoulders squarely between his daughter and the woman who had manipulated them all. He felt absolutely nothing for her. The political affection he had feigned for the sake of the syndicate merger evaporated instantly, leaving behind a cold, calculating void that craved only survival and absolute retribution.

"Are you prepared to remove the ring from your finger, Sienna, or must I cut it from your hand?" Gareth asked, his deep voice carrying a measured, lethal calm.

Sienna flinched violently at the threat. She dropped her hands, her fair skin streaked with ruined makeup. She knew the stories of what Gareth Whitmore did to traitors within his syndicate.

"You can't do this!" Sienna choked out, the venom returning as self-preservation took over. "My father is Victor Vale! He commands the entire southern seaboard! He will burn your empire to the ground if you humiliate me like this!"

"Is your father a man who fights battles for foolish, malicious daughters who use children as weapons?" Gareth asked quietly.

"He will kill you!" Sienna pleaded, reaching out to grasp the edge of a walnut console. "I am going to be your wife, Gareth! We signed the contracts! You cannot back out now without causing a massive war!"

"Do you expect me to harbor a sociopath under my roof to appease a shipping magnate?" Gareth asked.

He didn't wait for her to answer. He reached into his tailored jacket and retrieved a sleek, encrypted smartphone. He dialed a single digit and pressed the phone to his ear. The small artistic tattoo above his collar shifted seamlessly with the movement.

"Silas," Gareth said into the receiver, his eyes locked on his former fiancée. "Will you come to the salon and escort Miss Vale to the holding cells beneath the east wing immediately?"

He lowered the phone and looked at the broken socialite one last time.

"Have you finally realized the price of your ambition, Sienna?" Gareth asked softly, as the heavy mahogany doors of the salon burst open.

Silas and another massive security guard in dark suits entered the room. They marched forward without a word, hauling Sienna roughly to her feet. She shrieked, thrashing wildly against their iron grip, but they were unyielding.