"I loved Sienna," Alex said quietly. "From the depths of my heart."
His fingers were laced together so tightly his knuckles had gone white. "I had plans for us. A future. We were childhood sweethearts, if you understand what that means."
Both Franklin and Jonathan subtly adjusted their posture. The air in the room shifted, sharpening with attention.
Franklin leaned forward, his voice calm but unforgiving. "Tell me the truth. Every part of it. Sienna wants you destroyed. If you're innocent, I can help you, but only if you're honest."
Alex met his gaze. There was no arrogance in his eyes, only exhaustion.
Franklin's reputation preceded him. His reach across Manhattan and Atherton was no secret, and Alex understood that men like Franklin did not make promises lightly. If ther
