Kailee lay on the floor, her shrill screams piercing the air. Cassie stood over her, chest rising and falling evenly. She flexed her right hand, shaking off the stinging numbness in her palm.

Kathleen saw her daughter hit the ground. A horrific shriek tore from her mouth. She threw herself off the sofa and dropped to her knees beside Kailee.

Kathleen's head snapped up. Her eyes were wide with pure, venomous hatred.

"You bitch!" Kathleen screamed. She lunged upward, hands curled into claws, aiming her sharp nails straight for the fake scars on Cassie's face.

Cassie shifted her weight to her back foot and leaned her torso backward. Kathleen's fingernails swiped through empty air, missing by an inch.

Cassie looked down at the two women groveling on the floor.

"Look at yourselves," Cassie said, her voice dripping with cold disdain. "Pathetic."

Kathleen's face contorted. She gasped for air like she might choke on her own rage.

Josephus watched his wife and daughter humiliated. His fragile pride shattered. A low, guttural roar erupted from his chest.

He charged at Cassie.

He pulled his thick right arm back, curling his hand into a massive fist, aiming a devastating punch at her head. The force of his movement pushed a gust of air against her face.

Cassie planted her feet firmly on the rug, her core tightening as she calculated his trajectory.

The moment his fist flew forward, Cassie ducked and twisted her torso to the right.

Josephus's heavy fist sailed past her ear. The momentum of his missed punch pulled his body forward. He stumbled, losing his balance.

Cassie pivoted on her heel. She drove the toe of her designer heel hard into the back of Josephus's knee.

The precision strike hit the nerve. Josephus cried out in pain. His leg buckled, and he crashed down onto one knee.

The commotion sent the remaining maids fleeing toward the kitchen, screaming. A tall porcelain vase was knocked over in the panic, shattering into hundreds of pieces across the floor. Absolute chaos.

From the corner of her eye, Cassie saw movement.

Kailee had scrambled to her feet. She grabbed a heavy ceramic teapot full of scalding hot tea from the coffee table. With a scream of fury, Kailee hurled the teapot directly at Cassie's head.

Cassie's heart skipped.

She grabbed the heavy velvet throw pillow from the armchair and threw it up like a shield.

The teapot smashed into the pillow. Boiling hot tea splashed across the velvet, sending up a cloud of steam. A few drops hit Cassie's forearm, burning her skin, but she'd avoided a catastrophic hit to her face.

Cassie tossed the soaked, steaming pillow aside. Her patience was gone.

She closed the distance between her and Kailee in two quick strides. She grabbed a thick handful of Kailee's hair.

Cassie yanked backward, forcing Kailee's head to snap back, exposing her throat.

She raised her hand and delivered two brutal, back-to-back slaps across Kailee's face. The impacts sounded like gunshots.

Blood immediately welled up in the corner of Kailee's mouth. Her eyes rolled back slightly, the fight completely beaten out of her.

Cassie shoved Kailee backward. Kailee collapsed onto the sofa like a broken doll, letting out weak, pathetic sobs.

Behind her, Josephus was struggling to stand. His eyes were bloodshot, entirely devoid of reason. He limped to the corner of the room and grabbed a heavy metal golf club from a display bag.

He gripped the club with both hands and swung wildly toward Cassie's head. The metal shaft sliced through the air with a terrifying swoosh.

Cassie threw her body backward, rolling over the arm of the sofa to dodge.

The heavy club smashed into the glass coffee table. The thick glass exploded. Shards flew in every direction, slicing through the fabric of Cassie's dress and scratching her calves.

Cassie scrambled to her feet, ignoring the stinging cuts on her legs. She grabbed a heavy brass table lamp, ripping the cord from the wall. She held it up like a club, her eyes locked onto Josephus with cold intensity.

Josephus raised the golf club again. He let out a feral scream as he stepped over the broken glass, closing in.

Cassie tightened her grip on the brass lamp, muscles burning with adrenaline, ready to strike.

"Kill her! Beat her to death!" Kathleen shrieked from the corner.

Cassie's jaw locked.

Just as Josephus began his downward swing, a deafening crash echoed from the front of the house.

Everyone froze. Josephus's golf club stopped in mid-air.

The massive oak front doors were kicked open with a force that splintered the heavy brass lock and sent the doors crashing violently against the interior walls.

Bright morning sunlight flooded the dark foyer.

A tall, broad figure stood in the doorway, silhouetted against the light. Pure, suffocating violence rolled off him in waves.

Dane Frederick stepped into the house. His face was a mask of absolute, terrifying rage.

Cassie's breath caught in her throat. Her grip on the brass lamp loosened.

Adrian, Dane's assistant, marched in right behind him, followed by a dozen men in black tactical suits. The bodyguards flooded the living room, instantly taking control of the space.

Dane's dark, furious eyes swept the room and locked onto Cassie, backed into the corner, surrounded by broken glass.

The muscles in his jaw feathered. He strode across the room, ignoring the glass crunching under his expensive leather shoes.

He reached her in seconds. He grabbed her arm and pulled her hard against his solid chest. His large arm wrapped tightly around her waist, locking her against him.

Cassie's face pressed into his suit jacket. The sharp, clean scent of cedar and cold air filled her lungs, immediately calming her racing heart.

Josephus stood frozen, the golf club still raised slightly. He stared at the billionaire in his living room. His hands began to shake violently. Cold sweat drenched his collar.

Dane slowly turned his head to look at Josephus. His eyes were completely dead.

"Drop it," Dane ordered. His voice was quiet, but it carried the weight of a death sentence.

Dane's warning hung in the dead silence of the living room. The icy malice in his voice made the air feel too thick to breathe.

Josephus's fingers went numb. He dropped the golf club.

The heavy club hit the hardwood floor with a ringing clatter. Kathleen and Kailee flinched violently, pulling their knees to their chests in the corner.

Dane tightened his arm around Cassie's waist. The pressure was almost painful. Through the fabric of his suit, Cassie could feel a faint tremor running through his hard muscles. He was violently angry.

Adrian stepped forward, his face expressionless. He held a thick black leather folder.

He walked up to Josephus and slammed the folder into the older man's chest.

Josephus gasped, fumbling to catch it. He flipped it open with shaking fingers. His eyes darted over the bold legal text. The absolute transfer of Cassie's trust fund.

All the blood drained from Josephus's face. His lips turned pale blue.

"Sign it," Adrian commanded, voice sharp and mechanical. "If you refuse, Gilmore Enterprises will be forced into bankruptcy liquidation in exactly ten minutes."

Josephus's knees wobbled. He looked like he was going to vomit.

Kathleen scrambled up from the floor. She plastered a desperate, ugly smile on her face and took a step toward Dane.

"Mr. Frederick, please, this is just a family misunderstanding—"

Dane's gaze snapped to her, cold and utterly dismissive, as if looking at something insignificant. The unspoken contempt in his eyes made Kathleen's practiced smile stiffen. The desperate words died on her lips.

Two bodyguards immediately stepped forward. They grabbed Kathleen by the shoulders and shoved her roughly backward. She crashed hard onto the sofa. Kailee let out a muffled squeak of terror and covered her mouth with both hands, tears streaming down her bruised face.

Josephus pulled a gold fountain pen from his breast pocket. His hand shook so badly he could barely remove the cap. He pressed the nib to the paper and scribbled his signature. A single tear of pure humiliation leaked from his eye and dropped onto the leather folder.

Adrian snatched the folder back. He checked the signature, snapped the folder shut, and gave Dane a single nod.

Cassie watched from the safety of Dane's chest. Dark, heavy satisfaction settled in her stomach.

Dane looked down at Cassie. His eyes rapidly scanned her body, checking for injuries. His gaze stopped at the hem of her dress. The fabric was torn, and bleeding scratches marred her calves from the shattered glass.

The violent aura radiating from Dane exploded.

"Who touched her?" Dane's voice was a low growl. The pressure in the room became physically unbearable.

Josephus's legs gave out. He collapsed onto his knees, hands pressing into the broken glass on the floor.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please!" Josephus begged, pressing his forehead toward the floor, abandoning all dignity.

Cassie stared down at the man who had tormented her for years. She felt nothing.

Dane lifted his leg and kicked the heavy leather armchair in front of him.

The massive chair flew backward and smashed into the wall with a deafening crash. Kailee screamed again, burying her face in her mother's chest.

"Gilmore Enterprises is blacklisted," Dane announced to the room. His voice was cold and final. "You are finished."

Josephus let out a pathetic wail and slumped entirely onto the floor, a broken man.

Dane didn't look at them again. He shifted his grip, sliding his hand down Cassie's arm until his long fingers intertwined tightly with hers.

He turned and pulled her toward the ruined front door. The crushing grip of his hand sent a wave of absolute security straight through her.

As they reached the doorway, Dane stopped. He didn't turn around.

"If any of you ever come near my wife again, I will bury you."

Cassie let him pull her out of the house. The bright morning sunlight hit her face, warming her cold skin. She glanced back one last time at the shattered, pathetic remains of the Gilmore family.

The bodyguards filed out behind them, leaving the house in dead silence.

A massive black armored Maybach idled at the bottom of the stone steps. The driver pulled the heavy rear door open and bowed his head.

Dane placed his hand firmly on the top of Cassie's head, shielding her as she ducked into the dark cabin. The soft leather seat embraced her aching body.

Dane slid in beside her. The heavy door slammed shut, cutting off the outside world.

The engine rumbled. The Maybach pulled away from the curb, leaving the Long Island estate behind.

Cassie turned her head. Dane leaned back against the seat, eyes closed. He reached up and yanked his silk tie loose. The muscles in his jaw were tight, his chest rising and falling in heavy, uneven breaths. The violent energy from the house still clung to him.

Cassie realized he was struggling to suppress something.

"Thank you," Cassie said softly.

Dane's eyes snapped open. His dark gaze locked onto her face.

He let out a harsh scoff. "What is mine, no one else touches."

The raw possessiveness in his words sent a strange, hot flutter through Cassie's stomach.

She reached into her handbag and pulled out a wet wipe. She looked down at her hands, carefully wiping the dust and faint streaks of blood from her knuckles.

Dane didn't look away. His eyes tracked every tiny movement of her fingers.

The Maybach merged onto the highway. Trees blurred into a continuous green line outside.

Cassie tossed the dirty wipe into the small silver trash compartment. She took a deep breath and turned her body to face him.

It was time to test the limits of this protection.

"I need to tell you something," Cassie said, her voice steady. "I am not the real Cassie Gilmore. I am a substitute. A fake."

She stopped talking. She sat perfectly still, waiting for the explosion.

The air inside the Maybach turned to solid ice.

The silence inside the Maybach was absolute. Cassie could hear the blood rushing in her own ears.

She gripped the fabric of her torn dress, knuckles turning white. She braced for Dane to yell, to order the driver to pull over, to throw her out onto the highway.

Dane didn't move. He sat perfectly still against the leather seat. His dark eyes remained locked on her face, completely devoid of surprise or anger.

"And?" Dane asked. His voice was flat, carrying no inflection.

Cassie's eyes went wide. The single word shattered her defenses.

"And?" Cassie repeated, her voice rising. "I am a fraud. I am a stranger with a ruined face. They tricked you." She pointed aggressively at her scarred cheek, trying to force a reaction.

Dane's jaw clenched. He leaned forward.

His massive frame closed the distance in a second. The physical pressure of his body forced Cassie to press her back hard against the car door.

He reached out. His long, calloused fingers clamped firmly around her jaw. He tilted her head up, forcing her to look directly into his eyes.

Their faces were inches apart. She could feel the heat of his breath on her lips.

His thumb moved. The rough pad slowly traced the jagged edge of her fake scar. The friction sent a sharp thrill straight down her spine. Her heart hammered against her ribs.

"Are you sure you don't remember?" Dane asked. His voice was a low, dangerous whisper. His eyes bored into hers, searching frantically for something.

Cassie stared back, her brow furrowing. She searched her memory, trying to find any connection to this terrifying billionaire.

Nothing. Completely blank.

"Remember what?" Cassie whispered, her voice trembling.

Dane stared at the pure confusion in her eyes.

A heavy, dark shadow of disappointment crashed over his features. The intense fire in his eyes died instantly. The muscles in his jaw ticked.

His fingers loosened their grip on her jaw. He pulled his hand back and retreated to his side of the car. He turned his head, staring out the tinted window. His sharp profile looked carved from ice.

Cassie rubbed her jaw where his fingers had pressed. The skin felt hot.

"If you want to cancel the marriage, we can sign the divorce papers today," Cassie said, testing the waters.

Dane's head snapped back around.

His eyes were feral. The suppressed violence in his posture exploded back to the surface.

"Never say that word to me again," Dane snarled. The sheer aggression in his voice made Cassie shrink back against the door.

"As long as you have that birthmark on your neck, you are my wife," he declared, leaving absolutely no room for debate.

Cassie swallowed hard. Her mind spun with questions, but the suffocating aura radiating from him forced her to keep her mouth shut.

The Maybach exited the highway and plunged into the chaotic traffic of Manhattan. Neon lights from storefronts reflected off the tinted windows, casting harsh, moving shadows across Dane's face. Neither of them spoke.

The car finally pulled through the massive iron gates of Frederick Manor and glided to a stop in front of the main fountain.

The driver opened Dane's door.

Dane stepped out. He didn't wait for her. He didn't look back. He shoved his hands into his pockets and walked up the front steps with long, aggressive strides.

Cassie climbed out. The cool evening wind whipped her torn dress around her legs. She watched his broad back disappear through the front doors.

She walked into the brightly lit foyer. Bradshaw stepped forward to take her coat, but she waved him off.

She looked down the long hallway. The heavy mahogany door to Dane's study was slightly ajar.

Cassie stood in the foyer for a long moment. Her heels clicked sharply against the hardwood as she made her decision and walked toward the study.

She pushed the heavy door open.

The rich scent of cedar, old paper, and expensive tobacco filled her lungs. Dane stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his back to her.

He held a crystal glass of whiskey. He took a slow sip, not turning around.

"Why?" Cassie asked, her voice cutting through the quiet room. "Why are you so obsessed with a stranger?"

Dane slowly lowered the glass.

He turned around. The dim light from the desk lamp cast deep shadows across his face, making his expression impossible to read.

He walked to the massive oak desk, placed both hands flat on the polished wood, and leaned forward, his eyes locking onto hers.

"I can destroy the Gilmore family completely," Dane said, his voice smooth and laced with dark temptation. "I can give you everything."

Cassie's breath hitched. Her eyes widened.

"But," Dane continued, his eyes narrowing, "you have to remember where we met. On your own."

Cassie's eyebrows pulled together. A sharp ache throbbed behind her temples. The condition was impossible.

Before she could open her mouth to argue, a violent buzzing erupted from her handbag.

The sudden noise shattered the heavy tension.

Cassie pulled her phone out. The screen lit up the dim space.

The name "Jamey" flashed across the screen.

A cold, vicious wave of hatred washed over Cassie. Her grip on the phone tightened until her knuckles ached. Her eyes turned to absolute ice.