I'd taken Madison from the dating pool—rich girls' parents usually vetted every guy, protected their daughters like investments. Nothing. Her father didn't even blink. Just accepted it.
I'd taken Sofia from Jack Morrison—quarterback, wealthy family, the kind of guy who should've come at me with everything he had. He'd tried once or twice? That was it. Then he crumbled. Fell apart.
Became a cautionary tale instead of an opponent.
I'd taken Isabella from her husband—a married woman, a teacher, risking everything. And her husband? Found out, filed for quiet divorce, slunk away like a beaten dog. No confrontation. No fight. No attempt to win her back or destroy me for ruining his marriage.
I'd taken women from the Miami elite—men with billions, with power, with resources to make me disappear. And what did they do? They negotiated? They accepted losses? They moved on to the next acquisition because fighting wasn't worth the energy.
