LOGINChapter Two Hundred and FifteenDamien stood by the large glass window of the Greyson estate, but he wasn’t really looking outside. His mind was elsewhere, stuck on the same thought that had been following him since the conference ended.He finally exhaled, turning slightly as his father entered the room.Richard didn’t speak at first. He could already see something was different in his son. Not in a broken way, not in the old unstable energy he once carried, but in a quieter kind of tension. The kind that comes when a man finally understands something too late.Damien didn’t waste time pretending.“I can’t let her go just like that, Dad,” he said, voice steady but honest. “I realized I love this woman.”Richard didn’t interrupt. He just listened.Damien continued, like the words had been sitting in him for too long. “Not because of what she did for me. I know she’s the one for me. She was always the one, but I was too blind to see it then. And now I don’t even know how to fix it.”Hi
Chapter Two Hundred and FourteenAria didn’t rush her departure from Canada. There was no emotional farewell, no dramatic pause at the door, just the simple act of folding her clothes and placing them neatly back into her bag as if she was closing a chapter she hadn’t fully understood while living it. The hotel room stayed quiet around her, the kind of quiet that doesn’t demand attention but still manages to fill every corner.She checked the room twice, not because she forgot anything, but because her hands needed something to do. Her passport was already in her bag, her phone charged, everything arranged with the same discipline she always carried into her professional life. Still, she stayed a little longer than necessary, sitting at the edge of the bed for a few seconds before standing again.When she finally left, she paused in the hotel lobby. People moved around her, checking out, arriving, talking softly in different directions. No one noticed her stillness. Her fingers tighte
Chapter Two Hundred and ThirteenAria didn’t realize how tired she was until the hotel room door closed behind her.The quiet met her immediately, soft and undisturbed, like the world had paused outside and left her alone with herself. For a moment, she just stood there, her hand still resting on the handle, her shoulders slightly slumped in a way she hadn’t allowed all day.The conference had been long, structured, demanding in that way where you had to stay sharp from start to finish. Conversations, presentations, professional smiles, controlled responses—it all required energy. And she had given it, the way she always did.But now, with no one watching, no expectations sitting on her shoulders, the stillness of the room settled around her in a way that made everything feel… real again.She stepped further in, closing the door fully behind her before dropping her bag gently on the chair by the wall. The room was neat, everything arranged perfectly, from the crisp sheets on the bed t
Chapter Two Hundred and TwelveThey didn’t walk away immediately.That was the part that stayed with him.For a few seconds that felt longer than they should have, they just stood there, facing each other in the quiet corner of the conference hall. People moved in the background, voices blending into a low hum, footsteps passing by, conversations rising and falling around them, but none of it touched that moment.Aria didn’t look shocked. She didn’t look angry either.She just looked at him.Not the way she used to—there was no softness, no warmth waiting beneath the surface. But she didn’t look away. That alone said more than anything she could have said out loud.Damien held her gaze, steady, calm, but inside, there was something he couldn’t quite name. Not panic. Not fear. Something deeper than that. Something that made him stand still instead of trying to fix the moment like he would have done before.He didn’t rush to speak.He didn’t try to explain.For once, he didn’t try to ta
Chapter Two Hundred and ElevenThe morning arrived without delay.Aria was already awake before her alarm went off, lying still for a few seconds as she stared at the ceiling. It wasn’t nerves that kept her up. It wasn’t excitement either. Just awareness. The kind that comes when you know the day ahead matters, even if you don’t say it out loud.She sat up slowly and pushed the covers aside, moving through her routine without rushing. Everything felt steady. Familiar.By the time she stood in front of the mirror, her hair slightly damp from her shower, she kept it simple. No effort to change herself into something she wasn’t. She brushed it back neatly, letting it fall naturally without forcing a style that didn’t belong to her.It suited her.Clean.Easy.Uncomplicated.She reached for the suit next.The grey fabric looked just as right as it had the day she chose it. She slipped into it without hesitation, adjusting the jacket carefully over her shoulders before fastening it. The tr
Chapter Two Hundred and TenThe day finally came without any announcement.It didn’t feel special when it started. It didn’t feel heavy or different. It was just another morning that moved forward like every other one before it.But for Aria, it carried something she chose not to name.The airport was busy when she arrived. People moving in different directions, voices overlapping, announcements echoing from above. She moved through it all quietly, her steps steady, her mind focused on what she needed to do.This was work.That was the only thing she allowed herself to hold onto.She kept her attention on the process. Boarding. Finding her seat. Placing her bag properly. Sitting down without rushing. Everything simple, controlled, familiar.The flight itself passed without much thought. She didn’t try to sleep. She didn’t scroll through her phone endlessly either. She simply sat there, looking out of the window at intervals, her thoughts coming and going without settling on anything t
--- Chapter Sixty Three “Look at those documents. Go through them.” Richard’s voice didn’t rise, but it didn’t need to. He threw the file onto the table, not gently, not aggressively either. Just enough force for the papers to slide out of place, corners peeking from the folder like they were
Chapter Sixty SixThe cloth moved slowly across the floor as Aria wiped away dust that never seemed to end. This corner of the room had become familiar to her. The wall. The floor. The small space she folded herself into every night.Her hair was still tied back. Her sleeves rolled. She was tired i
Chapter Sixty-FiveDamien drove into Clara’s mansion with a smile already set on his face.He slowed as he passed through the gate, eyes scanning the driveway out of habit. His brows pulled together slightly when he noticed the car parked near the entrance. A Mercedes. Not hers. He didn’t remember
Chapter Fifty SevenDamien arrived at the restaurant early.Too early.The waiter had already shown him to a quiet table near the window. Soft music played somewhere behind him. Glasses clinked. Low voices filled the space. He sat there with his back straight, his phone on the table, checking the t







