Chapter 450

Ethan Roscente's eyes snapped open in the presidential suite's bathtub.

Bloodshot veins spiderwebbed across his irises like a ravenous beast's.

"Mr. Roscente is awake!" Zachary Evans immediately pressed the call button.

The medical team rushed in, attaching monitors to Ethan's body.

"The sedative wore off?" Zachary clenched his fists.

The lead physician wiped his brow. "Thankfully Mr. Roscente has exceptional constitution. An ordinary man would've—"

Zachary exhaled sharply.

Water sloshed as Ethan rose from the ice bath.

"How do you feel?" Zachary offered a towel.

Ethan waved him off, droplets rolling down his chiseled torso.

"Draw a hot bath." His voice was gravelly with strain.

Ten minutes later, Ethan emerged in a robe.

"Where's Bianca?"

Zachary's lips curled. "In Hugo's room."

The elusive body double had been forced out of hiding tonight.

Ethan's knuckles bleached white, murder swirling in his gaze.

"Foolish bitch."

"If not for the Savigny family..." Zachary ground his teeth.

Ethan strode to the floor-to-ceiling windows, lighting a cigarette.

"Put her under surveillance."

"Understood." Zachary hesitated. "Sir, during the preconception period—"

Ethan froze mid-motion before crushing the cigarette.

...

At 1 AM, Sophia Lowell tossed her paintbrush aside.

Her bedside phone lit up.

"Come down."

She lunged for the window. A black Maybach lurked in the shadows below.

A second message arrived with a photo—Bianca nestled against a man's chest, her neck littered with love bites.

That achingly familiar profile—

Sophia's phone clattered to the floor.