LOGINDamien POVVictoria's breakdown is tragic, but I won't let her hurt Aria or David.I keep myself positioned between her and Aria, my body a shield. The gun in Victoria's hand shakes, her finger too close to the trigger for comfort."Victoria." I keep my voice calm, steady. "Let's talk about this. Just you and me.""Talk?" Her laugh is shrill, broken. "We're past talking, Damien. Way past it."Behind her, David Holt lies in the hospital bed, his face pale but his eyes alert. He's trying to stay still, not to provoke her."You're right." I take a small step forward. "We should have talked months ago. Years ago, maybe. About Cross Technologies. About your role in rebuilding it."Her eyes flicker with something—surprise, maybe. Or suspicion."What are you doing?" she asks."Telling the truth." I hold her gaze. "You did help rebuild Cross Technologies. You worked alongside me when everything was ashes. You put in the hours, made the connections, handled the finances.""I did more than help
Aria POVVictoria's disappearance terrifies me more than her presence ever did.At least when I could see her, I knew what I was dealing with. But now she's a ghost, invisible and everywhere at once.I pack a bag and move back to my parents' house in Glendale. The security team Damien arranged follows me, two men in a black SUV who park outside and change shifts every twelve hours.Mom thinks it's excessive."Sweetheart, this seems like too much," she says, watching through the kitchen window as one of the guards walks the perimeter. "Are you sure this is necessary?""It's necessary." I don't tell her about the threatening text. Don't explain that Victoria has emptied her accounts and vanished. "Just until things settle down."Dad's still at the hospital, recovering slowly but steadily. The security there is even tighter—two guards outside his room at all times, ID checks for every visitor, even nurses.It makes me feel safer and more anxious at the same time.***Sophie shows up the
Damien POVVictoria's threat against David Holt is the line I won't let her cross.Back at my penthouse, I pace while my legal team assembles on an emergency conference call. My lawyer, sounds exhausted but alert."We can petition to revoke her bail based on the threatening message," he says. "But we need to prove it came from her.""Then prove it." I stop at the window, staring out at the city lights. "Whatever resources you need, whatever it costs. I want her back in custody by tomorrow.""Damien, these things take time…""We don't have time." I cut him off. "She's escalating. The next message might not be a threat. It might be action.""I'll file the emergency motion first thing in the morning." His keyboard clicks in the background. "In the meantime, the security arrangements you've made are smart. Keep the family protected, document everything, and if Victoria makes contact again, call the police immediately."After I hang up, I call my head of IT."Jake, I need you to trace a te
Damien POVFacing David Holt is harder than any board meeting I've ever attended.The man lying in this hospital bed is the person I blamed for eight years. The person I built my entire existence around destroying. And now I'm sitting beside him, knowing I was wrong about everything."Mr. Cross." David's voice is weak but steady. "Thank you for coming.""Mr. Holt." I force the words past the tightness in my throat. "I don't deserve your time.""Maybe not." He shifts slightly, wincing. "But we're past what anyone deserves, aren't we?"I don't know how to respond to that.David studies me for a long moment. "My wife tells me you paid for my surgery.""It was the least I could do." Shame burns through me. "After everything I put your family through…""But was it because you made my daughter pay for my mistakes.""Worse." I meet his eyes. "I made her pay for mistakes you didn't even make. I've seen the evidence now, Mr. Holt. The sabotage. The frame job. You took the blame to protect your
Aria POVBefore I can respond to Damien's confession, my phone rings.Mom's name flashes across the screen. My heart drops into my stomach."I need to take this." I don't wait for permission. "Mom?""Aria, your father is awake." Relief floods her voice, tinged with exhaustion. "He's asking for you. And he wants to see Damien too, if he's nearby."I lower the phone slightly, looking at Damien across the café table. His expression shifts immediately—concern replacing the vulnerability from moments ago."It's my dad," I tell him. "He's awake. He wants to see both of us."Damien stands without hesitation. "Let's go."I bring the phone back to my ear. "Mom, we're coming. Twenty minutes."****The drive is silent except for the hum of the engine and the occasional direction I give. Damien grips the steering wheel like it's the only thing keeping him grounded.I want to say something. Want to acknowledge what just happened at the café. But everything feels suspended, waiting.At the hospita
Damien POVI stare at the screen until my vision blurs. We need to talk. Four simple words that could mean everything or nothing. Forgiveness or final goodbye.I forward the text to Dr. Talia immediately.My therapist calls within minutes. "Damien. I saw your message.""She wants to meet." My voice sounds foreign. "Tomorrow. What do I say? How do I…" I stop, overwhelmed."Let's work through this." Her tone is calm, grounding. "What are you most afraid of?""That she'll look at me and see exactly what I am. A monster who destroyed her for something she didn't do." The words feels uncomfortable. "That she'll confirm what I already know—that I'm irredeemable.""And what do you hope for?"I close my eyes. "That somehow, impossibly, there's a version of this where she doesn't hate me. Where I can show her I'm trying to be better. Not for her. For myself. But…" My throat tightens. "I want her to see that I'm trying.""Then that's what you tell her." Dr. Talia’s voice is firm. "No grand gest







