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Lana's POV I continued to pretend to submit. That's what survival looks like when you're trapped. Smile when Norman wants smiles. Nod when he wants agreement. But gather discreetly every scrap of evidence I could find – messages, meeting notes, names of his conspirators. I hid them in places no one would think to look, building a case brick by brick, piece by piece, waiting for the moment I could use it.
Lana's POV Damon's eyes had been so empty, so dead, but I was deeply hoping he'd walk right over it. And I was scared to the bones that maybe one of Norman's men would spot it. Maybe this tiny, desperate act of protection would fail like everything else.
Lana's POV The days blurred together. I fed Norman scraps, useless information, outdated details, things he could have found in any public record. He thought I was cooperating. He thought I was his.And the
Lana's POV I stepped back, crossing my arms as I watched Norman study me for a long moment, those calculating eyes roaming over my face like he was reading a book. Then he smiled, that same unsettling smile from earlier, and gestured casually toward the warehouse door.
Lana's POV I looked at him. The Norman standing before me wasn't the same one who'd lounged on Damon's couch complaining about game lag. That Norman had been annoying but harmless. This one...
Lana's POV I was at the brink. The words piled up behind my teeth—my father, the Grail, the hostages, everything. One more second in his arms and they'd spill out. One more heartbeat of that warmth and I'd lose myself completely.I pushed him away.
Lana’s POV The morning sun filtered through the wide glass walls of Tide Holdings’ boardroom, scattering light across the polished mahogany table. The senior executives were already seated, murmuring in low voices about market trends, land surveys, and possible expansions. I slid into my chair wit
Lana’s POV The sun blazed hot through the wide office windows, but the brightness only made the bitterness of Adelle’s voice sharper. She stood in front of my desk, arms crossed, her nails tapping against her sleeve with that mocking rhythm I had come to hate.“You should stop pretending like you
Lana’s POV Heat rushed to my cheeks. My lips parted in disbelief. “Unbelievable,” I whispered aloud. My fingers hovered above the keyboard, torn.Finally, I muttered at the phone, “No need.” The words sounded weak even to me.And yet… a minute later, I found myself typing out the auction time and
Lana’s POV The morning sun was barely spilling through the heavy curtains when a loud, booming voice shattered the fragile quiet.“Damon! Damon!”I stirred, blinking against the dim light. Damon groaned beside me, one arm thrown across his eyes. His voice was rough, low, still thick with sleep. “D







