LOGIN"You’ve been avoiding me all night, Eva. What did my mother say to you?"Damian didn't wait for Cassandra to answer him. He didn't even look at her as she stood trembling in the quiet corridor. Before the senator's daughter could utter another word, Damian’s large hand gripped my wrist, his fingers warm and possessive, pulling me down the dimly lit hallway toward a heavy mahogany door.He shoved the door open, pulled me inside the private executive study, and kicked the heavy wood shut behind us.The click of the brass lock sounded like a gunshot in the quiet room.The study was dark, lit only by the faint golden glow of the city skyline filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows. Before I could regain my footing, Damian stepped into my space, his massive frame crowding me against the edge of a heavy leather sofa. His arms came out, his broad hands clamping tightly onto my waist, dragging me forward until my chest flushed flat against his."Damian—""You vanished," he rasped, his brea
"I have heard a lot about your scheming ways and how you’ve tried to steal my man."Cassandra’s voice was as smooth as spun silk, but beneath the velvet tone lay the sharp, jagged edge of a concealed blade. She stepped closer, the hem of her ice-blue gown brushing against the thick corridor carpet.The quiet hall felt instantly smaller, suffocatingly narrow. The distant thrum of the orchestra in the grand ballroom was nothing more than a faint heartbeat through the heavy stone walls.I didn't step back. I forced my posture to lock into place, my heels planted firmly on the floor, my shoulders squared. I could feel the cold sweat clinging to my back beneath my black dress, and the dull, hollow ache in my chest threatened to split me open. But on the outside, I turned my face into an unyielding wall of stone."You must have me confused with someone else, Miss Hale," I said, my voice quiet, flat, and devoid of any tremble.Cassandra let out a soft, melodic laugh that sounded entirely fak
"He never told you about her, did he?"Victoria’s voice didn't rise above a purr, but the words slammed into my ear like a physical blow. Her gloved fingers remained clamped on my forearm, digging through the thin silk of my black dress as she held me hostage near the grand balcony archway.I couldn't move. I couldn't even draw a full breath.Across the cavernous, chandelier-lit ballroom, the crowd parted just enough for the light to hit the VIP lounge near the marble staircase. Cassandra Hale turned slightly, her laughter tinkling like crystal against glass as she raised her left hand to touch Damian’s lapel.The movement caught the golden light of the chandeliers.A blinding, violent flash of white light exploded from her ring finger. An oval-cut diamond, massive and immaculate, set in a band of platinum, sat anchored on her delicate hand. It was the kind of ring that didn't just announce wealth—it announced absolute ownership. It announced an unshakeable, legally binding promise.
"You shouldn't have come here tonight, Eva."The hushed warning came from a waiter passing by with a tray of crystal champagne flutes, but I didn't turn my head to see who said it. I didn't need to. Every single pair of eyes in the velvet-lined grand ballroom was already locked onto me like guns pulled in unison.The heavy double doors of the Knight Plaza Grand Ballroom had closed behind me moments ago, sealing me inside the arena.I wore a simple, striking black column dress—no sparkles, no bright jewelry, no desperate attempts to draw attention. My hair was pulled back into a slick, low bun, and my lips were painted a sharp, unapologetic shade of red. I held my chin high, keeping my spine perfectly straight, forcing my breathing into a slow, rhythmic pattern as the room went dead silent around me.Then came the whispers.They started near the marble archway and spread through the room like oil on water."Is that really her?""The gold-digger from the video?""She actually had the au
"I don't need your pity, Damian. I don't need anyone right now. Just let me be My own voice echoed in my head as I pulled my hand back, stepping out of Damian’s reach the second his elevator doors slid open in the hotel lobby. He had tried to grab my arm, his dark eyes frantic, asking where I had been and why my face looked so ghost-white. But I couldn't look at him. Every word Victoria had spat in my face—cheap slut, gold-digger, broken woman—was still ringing in my ears like a loud, violent alarm.I turned my back on him and ran, my legs moving on complete autopilot until I reached the hotel suite.The heavy wooden door clicked shut. The deadbolt snapped into place.And just like that, the quiet swallowed me whole.The blanket of silence was too heavy, too thick. My hands began to shake violently as I dropped my purse onto the floor. I took two steps toward the center of the room, but my knees gave out completely. I hit the floor hard, my knees smashing against the cold wood, but I
"You carry bad luck, Eva, and I won't let you destroy my son."The door to the penthouse had barely clicked shut behind Damian before Victoria Knight swept into the room like a cold front.Damian had left at dawn to handle an emergency board meeting triggered by Ryan's viral video, leaving me alone in the quiet suite. I hadn't even finished my first cup of coffee when the door unlocked and Victoria stepped inside, flanked by two towering men in black suits.She didn't knock. She didn't ask permission. She walked in like she owned the building, her tailored cream suit pristine, her dark silver hair swept into a tight bun, and a heavy pearl necklace resting against her neck. She looked immaculate, powerful, and entirely dangerous."Mrs. Knight," I said, my voice tight as I set my mug down on the glass table. "Damian isn't here.""I know he isn't," Victoria replied, her eyes sweeping over my worn clothes and pale face with absolute disgust. "I waited for my son to leave so I wouldn't hav







