MasukAriana Pov I was sitting comfortably in the chair on the balcony, my feet tucked beneath me as I scrolled through my phone. The evening breeze brushed against my skin. I leaned back in my chair, closed my eyes, and enjoyed the quiet and cool air. The door to the room slid open behind me. I opened my eyes as Damian stepped onto the balcony. He stood in the doorway for a moment, one hand resting on the frame. I looked away, my thumb moving across the screen again. His footsteps crossed the balcony floor, slow and even, before stopping a few paces from my chair. My right hand rested on the arm of the chair, the back of it still pink where the milk had splashed. I turned it over so the mark faced the cushion. My left hand closed around my wrist, covering the faded marks, and I kept it there. "Ariana." His voice was lower than usual, almost careful. I lifted my eyes from my phone and looked at him. "Yes?" I answered, keeping it brief. "The delay with your materials wasn't an acci
Tessa Pov My phone buzzed for the fourth time in an hour, and I didn't need to look at the screen. The Head of Procurement had been messaging me since the afternoon, each text shorter and more frantic than the last. Please. I need to talk. Pick up. I deleted them one by one as they came, the way I had deleted every message he'd ever sent me. By the time I left the office, the sky had gone dark and the staff parking lot was nearly empty. I crossed it with my bag on my shoulder and my keys in my hand, and stopped short at the sight of a man standing under the last lamp by the gate. His jacket was creased and his tie was gone. His hands went into his pockets and came out again. When he spotted me, he didn't step forward. He just watched me with his jaw set. He had no business being there. Suspended staff were supposed to stay away from the building. I glanced at the security camera over the gate and kept walking. "Not here," I said as I passed him, without turning my head. "The
Damian Pov I stood on the top floor with a glass of whiskey in one hand and the bottle hanging loose from the other, my back to the room. Far below, the cars crept through the streets in a slow, tangled line. From up here the whole city looked orderly. The one thing I needed to see clearly, I couldn't. I had questioned the Head of Procurement, pulled his records, and sent Ava through the department. I still had no name. My jaw tightened. Ariana had tried to tell me about the delay, and I had cut her off before she finished. If I had listened, I might have caught it before her presentation, and she wouldn't have carried so much of it alone. And she had still tried to help me. That sat in my chest, heavier than the whiskey. I set the glass on the desk harder than I meant to, and the amber shivered. A knock cut across the room. "Come in." Ava laid three folders on my desk and waited until I looked up. Her chin was level, her hands flat on the top folder. "The list, sir. The cal
Damian Pov I took a step after her before realizing I had moved. A piece of the broken mug crunched beneath my shoe, and I stopped. I watched her walk towards the house, her injured hand held close against her side. She didn't look back or slow down. I had seen the redness spreading across the back of her hand. She hadn't flinched when the hot milk splashed against her skin. She had stood right in front of me with her lips pressed together, refusing to show how much it hurt. That was what I couldn't get out of my head. You can keep your pain to yourself. I flexed my fingers at my side. It would have been easy to dismiss those words if they hadn't been so close to the truth. Warm drops of milk slid down the back of my hand. I had knocked the mug over without thinking, and by the time I realised what I had done, it had already hit the floor. It might help relieve your nightmares. My jaw tightened. Nightmares. That was all it had taken for me to lose my temper. I ha
Ariana Pov The morning slipped by as I moved from one Zoom meeting to another with my colleagues. By the time I finished my last meeting, the afternoon had already arrived. I leaned back in my chair and stretched, rolling my shoulders to ease the stiffness that had settled there. Then I reached for my phone and opened my messages, searching for the one I had sent Serena earlier. I had asked her for the recipe she used to make for me whenever I had nightmares. On those difficult nights, when sleep became a struggle and my thoughts refused to settle, she had always known how to comfort me. Now, I wanted to make that same drink for someone else. Serena had already sent the recipe. I read the instructions twice before locking my phone and setting it aside. I knew what it meant to lose a parent. I understood how deeply that kind of loss could cut, how memories could linger long after everyone else had gone to sleep, and how the quiet of the night could make everything feel he
Damian PovThe procurement records Ava had collected from the HR department lay spread across my desk.I flipped through the documents, scanning the delivery schedule, the approval form, and the correspondence attached to the file. My eyes moved across the page, but my thoughts kept drifting back to the previous night.I could still see Ariana standing beside my bed after I had woken up from that nightmare. I remembered calling out for my father, the word leaving my mouth before I knew I had spoken, and I remembered how my fingers had closed around her wrist before I even knew where I was."You're hurting me."Her voice came back to me, thin and startled. I saw the way her eyes had widened, the alarm and the pain in them as she tried to pull free.I flattened my palm against the file and held it there. I hadn't meant to hurt her. I hadn't been awake enough to mean anything. That changed nothing about the red marks I had seen on her skin this morning. The thought of her watching me com







