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The words wouldn’t stop circling in my head.Last time? Digging?They echoed like unfinished sentences, heavy with meaning I couldn’t quite grasp. My chest felt tight, my thoughts scattered, as if someone had knocked the wind out of me and forgotten to let it return.“Arianna.”The sound of my name reached me from far away.“Arianna.”Hands gripped my shoulders. Damian.I startled, sucking in a sharp breath. “Yes—sorry. I’m here.”“I’ve been calling you,” he said, eyes sharp, searching my face. “You spaced out.”“I’m fine,” I said too quickly, forcing a smile that felt painful. Lie. You’re not fine, I screamed internally, but when I opened my mouth. “Just… thinking.”“What was that text about?” he asked.I laughed, light and careless, and slipped my phone into my purse. “Just, Emily. She loves pranks.”His gaze didn’t soften. If anything, it grew more focused. Like he was peeling back layers, deciding which ones were real.He opened his mouth. “You…”But the door opened, just then.Vi

The junior associate didn’t burst in this time.He slipped in.Quiet. Pale. Sweaty in that special way people get when they’re about to deliver bad news to powerful men.“S-sir, please don’t fire me, I swear I knocked—” he stammered, raising his hands.The poor man looked like he was about to cry.“Sir…a word.”Damian nodded. The assistant walked closer and whispered something in his ear.I couldn’t hear the words, only the sudden change in Damian’s expression.His jaw tightened. His eyes hardened.He took the tablet from the man’s hands, scanned the screen once.Then his gaze lifted, straight to me. Ten seconds, maybe a minute.Long enough for my spine to stiffen and my instincts to scream, something is wrong.“Leave,” Damian said coldly.I blinked. “What?”“Leave,” he repeated, already turning his attention back to the desk.“You’re not serious,” I scoffed. “Maybe I should stay. I could help, I mean I just identified the mechanism—”He cut me off without raising his voice. “This is

I charged toward him.Like an Olympic athlete.Like a woman with nothing left to lose. Because I had nothing left to lose in this damn book world.Damian didn’t even blink.Of course he didn’t.He simply leaned back in his leather chair, cool and bored, as if he’d been expecting this exact moment since the dawn of time.I was two seconds away from ramming into him when,BANG.The office door slammed open so hard it ricocheted off the wall.I froze mid-stride. Damian didn’t.He let out the world’s slowest, coldest sigh. “What.”A junior associate stood panting in the doorway, hair slightly all over the place from stress. “S-sir, there’s a problem, the Q3 numbers, the audit—something’s—uh—wrong—”Damian flicked his eyes toward me, then toward the man, then back to me. “It’s being handled already, get out,” he ordered.The guy practically teleported away.The moment the door shut, I inhaled deeply, preparing for round two.Damian raised an eyebrow. “Arianna, were you just attempting to

The silence was so heavy that if a pin dropped, I'd hear it choke on the floor.Even my heartbeat sounded too loud.Damian stood up, slowly. “Repeat what you said,” he whispered.I swallowed hard. "Why did you send pretty boy to pick me up anyway?"He laughs softly, deadly "You even gave him a name. How many more men are you planning to flirt with?"“I—I…”“Cat caught your tongue?” he muttered. "You think my men work for you? That they doyour bidding?"So he did know, I didn’t realize I had said it out loud.“Yea, Arianna…. I know everything." He looked at me, really looked at me.“I won’t repeat myself.”“You can’t do anything,” I snapped. “Grandma is here. And she adores me.”“And yet you chose to kiss another man,” he murmured. “Imagine her face when she sees that photo.”“You don’t love me,” I hissed. “Why do you even care who I’m with?”“I lo—” He cut himself off, jaw flexing. “Can’t you fucking see what you did wrong?” He exhaled, slowly“Fine, you want sex that badly?” he ask

“It’s edited right?” Damian asked slowly, his voice laced with dangerous control.Unfortunately, it wasn’t. Obviously, I wasn’t the only one plotting tonight. The night had been anything but peaceful.I looked around. Everyone seemed gleeful, some shocked. Only Emily’s eyes softened when they met mine.Vivian’s voice floated through the tension, calm but deadly. “You could’ve waited until after the divorce. But maybe this is all just a misunderstanding… right?”Bitch.“I’m asking you,” Damian repeated, his eyes fixed only on me. “I want to hear you say it.”Was he giving me the benefit of the doubt? For some reason I felt a ting.Before I could speak, Caden reluctantly let my hand go.“I kissed her,” Caden said, his voice ringing through the stunned silence.Gasps. Murmurs.Damian didn’t give anyone time to breathe. He grabbed my wrist, dragging me forcefully out of the ballroom.The door slammed shut behind us, muffling the chaos.He snapped. “Why Caden? Why him?”“I—I—” I tried to p

Damian's eyes caught mine, a shadow of a smile playing on his lips. "You planned this.”“You should already know, Damian. I never come unprepared.”He leaned closer, lowering his voice just for me. “Funny,” he murmurs. “You think I’m the villain. Tell me, then… why did it feel like you wanted me to watch?”Heat coils up my spine, sharp and unwelcome.I met his gaze evenly. “I don't perform for you."He smiled, a flicker of genuine amusement. It was weird, unexpected.Vivian, unable to handle the sight of her melting makeup and the general chaos, let out a choked sound and ran off, almost stumbling in her haste.A girl from Vivian’s entourage stood up, her face twisted into a sneer. “I’ll go. You better pray she’s alright or else.”“Or else… what?” I muttered nonchalantly, lifting my champagne glass. Oops it was a glass of water.“Else I don’t mind teaching you a lesson,” she spat, pointing her finger at me.Before I could bend her finger away and give her a much-needed piece of my min