LOGIN> I died loving him. I returned to destroy him. Aria Sinclair gave everything to Damon King — her love, her loyalty, her name. But when his betrayal shattered her world and drove her to her death, she swore one thing with her final breath: she would never love him again. Now reborn five years later with a new identity and sharper mind, Aria re-enters Damon’s life as a powerful investor bent on dismantling his empire piece by piece. But Damon isn’t the cold-hearted man she remembers. He's tormented by regret... and still haunted by her memory. As secrets unravel and passion reignites, Aria finds herself caught between the vengeance she craved and the love she once buried. Can she truly ruin the man who still owns her heart? Or will her kiss become his salvation instead of his downfall?
View MoreThe boardroom felt colder than usual. Ava sat off to the side, pen in hand, jotting notes as Damon spoke about the latest numbers. His voice was steady, commanding—he never had to raise it to fill a room.That’s when Lena Voss leaned forward, her red nails tapping lightly on the polished table. A smile tugged at her lips, but it didn’t reach her eyes.“Impressive recovery, Damon,” she said smoothly. “Though… I can’t help but wonder.”The room quieted, a dozen pairs of eyes shifting her way. Ava’s pen stilled.“Wonder what?” Damon’s tone was flat.“If your decision-making has been entirely… yours.” She let the words dangle, sweet and poisonous. Her gaze flicked toward Ava, just long enough to sting. “Some might say your new assistant has had a hand in shaping strategy. Quite a strong hand.”The air shifted—just slightly, but Ava felt it, the way curiosity stirred around the table. A few men leaned back, others exchanged quiet glances. The damage was small, subtle—but effective.Damon d
The elevator doors slid open with a quiet ding. Ava stepped out, coffee in hand, telling herself to breathe normal. Just another day at Blackwood Enterprises. Just work. Just Damon.But her chest still ached from the kiss. The way his mouth had felt—controlled but desperate—the way his hand had lingered on her face like he wasn’t ready to let go. She hated how much it haunted her.The bullpen was quiet, only a few assistants already at their desks. She glanced toward Damon’s office, not expecting him yet—he usually didn’t arrive until a little later, after his morning workouts.Except the light was already on.Through the glass wall she saw him at his desk, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened. Papers scattered in front of him. His pen moved fast, jaw set tight.No trace of last night.When she knocked lightly on the doorframe, he didn’t look up. “You’re late.”Her lips parted in surprise. “I’m ten minutes early.”Finally, he raised his eyes. They were cool, sharp, too sha
Damon hadn’t spoken more than a handful of words to her all day. Not in the office, not in the meetings, not even in the car ride back. He wasn’t ignoring her—he was watching her. Every move, every glance, every time she shifted in her seat. It was worse than silence.Ava told herself it was fine. She’d handled worse before. But there was something about the weight of his eyes, the way he measured her like a weapon he wasn’t sure he wanted to use, that made her skin crawl.By the time evening fell, the building was empty. The staff had gone home, the city outside buzzing with nightlife, and still Damon hadn’t left. He’d buried himself in files, working with the kind of restless energy that wasn’t about the company at all.Ava lingered by her desk, pretending to sort through emails. Truth was, she couldn’t leave. Not when he was like this. Not when every instinct told her that walking out now would feel like surrender.Finally, his voice broke the silence, low and clipped.“You’re stil
The morning air in the office felt off—charged, like a storm waiting to break. Ava sat behind her desk, trying to look calm while her stomach knotted. Damon hadn’t said much since the night before, but the way his eyes lingered on her… it wasn’t the same.He came out of his office without warning, crisp suit, phone in hand, jaw set like stone.“Ava,” he said, sliding the phone into his pocket. His tone was clipped, almost dismissive, but his eyes were fixed on her. “Cancel my afternoon. You’ll be with me instead.”She blinked. “With you?”He didn’t answer the question. Just handed her a file—thick, heavy, stamped confidential. “I want you to negotiate this contract. Collins will give you the numbers. I’ll be watching.”Her pulse spiked. This wasn’t an errand. This was a minefield.“Me? Alone?” she asked, keeping her voice steady, like the idea didn’t terrify her.Damon’s mouth curved—barely a smile, more like a challenge. “Unless you’re not capable. In which case…” He let the sentence
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