After Jocelyn married him, she had cleared every obstacle in his way, one by one, until he sat securely at the helm of the Sanchez Group. The man everyone feared. The man everyone called Mr. Sanchez.
Yet he knew it himself—he didn't possess the talent or finesse of those he'd surpassed. The only thing he had was madness.
A madman's greed to seize. A madman's obsession to possess. And a madman's compulsion to destroy everything he couldn't have.
Jocelyn felt a sudden, piercing clarity: this man was pathetic.
His heart had rotted through long ago, eaten away day after day by jealousy and resentment until nothing was left.
Her gaze drifted to Victoria Harbor, glittering with light beyond the window, and a resolve crystallized inside her.
She could not let this lunatic keep using the Henson family's foundation to rule Harbor City unchallenged.
Jocelyn reached for her phone and dialed a number she knew by heart.
"Interested in a deal with guaranteed returns?"
"Who am I?" A beat. "Jocelyn Henson. Heiress of the Henson family."
Jocelyn went back to the Sanchez estate after her discharge to pack her things.
The moment she pushed the door open, Nellie walked toward her wearing one of Jocelyn's silk loungewear sets.
"You're back? Ivor said you wouldn't be out for a few more days, so he brought me over early to take care of you."
She stepped closer and dropped her voice to a whisper.
"Don't overthink it. I'm not going to fight you for anything. After all... it's already mine."
Before Jocelyn could respond, Nellie's eyes turned red in an instant and she crumpled to the floor, just as Ivor descended the staircase and caught the whole scene.
"Ivor, I only wanted to apologize to Jocelyn, but she... she called me a cheap whore. Said I wasn't fit to touch her things. I don't want the gallery anymore. I don't even need a title. I just want to stay by your side!"
Ivor crossed the room in three strides and helped Nellie to her feet. When he lifted his gaze, his eyes burned with fury. He couldn't understand why, even after handing Nellie over for Jocelyn to deal with as she pleased, she still wasn't satisfied. Wasn't that already the biggest concession he could make?
"I've bent over backwards trying to make you happy. I've laid the finest things in all of Harbor City at your feet, and all you can see is the man who gave you that gallery!"