Chapter 2 - THE FATHER'S FURY
The chilly autumn wind swept over the private outdoor balcony of the Plaza Hotel, fluttering Willow's emerald green gown against her shaking legs.
On the other end of the line, the deep, thunderous voice of Alexander Thorne cut through the distant hum of Manhattan traffic.
"I am on the balcony of the Grand Ballroom at the Plaza," Willow sobbed softly, resting her hand against the stinging warmth of her left cheek.
"Did Julian touch you, Willow?" Alexander asked, his voice dropping into a register of cold, terrifying stillness.
"He slapped me in front of everyone, Daddy," Willow choked out, tears overflowing her dark lashes. "He told me I was nothing without his family's money."
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Silence hung over the line for two agonizing seconds, followed by the heavy sound of a leather executive chair sliding back.
"Stay exactly where you are, my sweet girl," Alexander ordered smoothly. "Within five minutes, Julian Vance will learn what happens when someone touches a Thorne."
