เข้าสู่ระบบThe world outside was still buzzing with Damon’s name, but inside the modest Phoenix Ventures office, the hum of focus filled the air. Whiteboards were covered in scribbles and arrows, proposals scattered across the desk like puzzle pieces waiting to be fit together. Damon stood at the window for a moment, coffee in hand, taking in the view. It wasn’t as glamorous as the skyline from Caldwell Holdings’ glass tower, but it was his.The shrill vibration of his phone broke the calm. He glanced at the screen, his chest tightening when he saw the caller ID: Father. For a heartbeat, he considered letting it ring out. But his instincts told him this was a confrontation he could no longer avoid.He swiped. “Hello.”“Damon.” His father’s voice rolled out like a stormcloud, heavy with disdain. “So it’s true. I just saw it plastered on every screen in Manhattan. My son has thrown away an empire to chase a fantasy.”Damon kept his voice steady. “I didn’t throw it away. I walked away. There’s a di
The morning sun broke over New York like it wanted to announce something itself. Golden light spilled across glass towers, casting long shadows over the streets below. The hum of traffic, the blur of voices, the scent of coffee and bagels rising from corner shops it was just another day in Manhattan, except it wasn’t. Screens blazed across Times Square with Damon Caldwell’s name. Newspapers stacked at kiosks carried his picture. Social media was ablaze with theories, memes, and fiery debates. “Caldwell Heir Walks Away Empire Abandoned!” “From Power to Passion: Damon Caldwell’s Leap of Faith with Phoenix Ventures.” “Is Love the New Business Strategy?” Outside Caldwell Holdings’ headquarters, cameras and microphones swarmed. Former colleagues hurried through the lobby under the weight of flashing bulbs and shouted questions. Analysts sat in TV studios, some calling Damon’s move “visionary,” others calling it “foolish beyond measure.” For the first time in years, the story of the
Weeks had passed since the late night conversation when Sienna and Damon agreed on one thing that had once seemed impossible that they would build something new together. A company born not out of convenience, but out of choice. A company with a name that carried all the weight of their journey and the hope of their future: Phoenix Ventures. The day began with brightness. Sunlight streamed into Damon’s room, dancing across the walls and waking him with warmth. For the first time in years, he woke with a smile that came easily, without forcing it. He stretched across the bed, exhaling deeply, a man ready to step into something fresh. The air itself seemed different lighter, sharper, like the city was full of opportunities waiting just for him. He took his time showering, humming quietly to himself, and when he dressed, his movements were unhurried, confident. On his desk sat the folder he’d been working on until late the previous night: drafts of contracts, spreadsheets of number
The morning light slipped through the curtains of Sienna’s small apartment, bathing the room in a soft, golden glow. For the first time in what felt like forever, she woke with a smile tugging at her lips. She blinked slowly, adjusting to the light, then turned her head to see Damon lying beside her on the couch where they had drifted off together. His arm was still wrapped protectively around her, his breathing deep and steady. For a moment, she just watched him at peace, vulnerable in a way she rarely saw. He looked younger, softer, stripped of the weight of the world. A part of her wanted to stay there forever, cocooned in that quiet. But life was waiting. Sienna gently slipped from under his arm, padded to the kitchen, and put on a pot of coffee. The smell soon filled the apartment, and before long Damon stirred awake, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. “Good morning,” he mumbled, his voice rough from sleep. She chuckled. “Morning. I made coffee.” He sat up,
The morning sun peeked through the blinds of Sienna’s little apartment, painting the walls with soft golden stripes. She stirred awake slowly, blinking against the light, her body still heavy with the memories of the past days. For the first time in weeks, she didn’t feel the crushing weight of anger and betrayal pressing on her chest. Instead, there was a strange calm—a quiet she couldn’t quite name. Sienna dragged herself out of bed, letting her bare feet sink into the warm rug as she padded toward the bathroom. She washed her face, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes no longer looked as sharp, as guarded as they once did; they looked softer, conflicted, but softer nonetheless. “I never wanted this…” she whispered to herself, tracing her cheek with her fingers. “I never wanted to fall for him.” But she had. Against her better judgment, against the walls she built brick by brick, Damon had slipped through the cracks. He had hurt her, yes, but he had also shown her s
The apartment was silent except for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the muffled city noise that seeped in through the window. Damon sat across from Sienna, his body tense, his eyes never leaving her. He had already poured everything out his truth, his regrets, his mistakes but the real battle wasn’t what he said. It was whether her heart would accept it. For nearly an hour, they talked. Damon’s voice carried a raw honesty that Sienna had never seen in him before. He told her about the moments he stayed awake at night thinking of her, about the weight of guilt that had followed him like a shadow, and about how much he hated himself for the chaos he had brought into her life. Sienna sat still, her hands folded tightly in her lap. She listened, really listened, and she wanted to forgive him. Part of her heart longed to drop her defenses and lean into the man in front of her. But another part, the wounded part, held back. Every betrayal, every heartbreak, every sleepless night re







