로그인The words sit in my ear long after my father stops speaking.“Aria… your mother just filed for divorce.”I don’t answer right away. Damien is watching me from across the table, the easy warmth from earlier already fading as he reads the change in my face.My stomach tightens at the way my father still calls her my mother. It hurts — how easily he forgives, how naturally the word still leaves his mouth. For all it’s worth, Diana was never a mother to me. She never will be.“Dad,” I finally manage, “are you okay?”I already know he isn’t. No one would be. And deep down, I can feel where this conversation is heading.There is a short, tired breath on the other end.“I’m… managing. She didn’t just file, Aria. She gave me an ultimatum.”My stomach drops. “What kind of ultimatum?”“Let her take Caleb and walk away clean… or give her eighty percent of everything we have left.” His voice is flat, scraped raw. “And she finally said it out loud. She admitted Caleb isn’t my son.”The room feels
I don’t remember when or how Damien steered us into the bathroom. The only thing that registers is the sudden shock of cold glass against my bare back as he presses me into the shower wall.I gasp.Then I gasp louder when his mouth closes hungrily over my breast.My head falls back against the glass as heat floods through me. His tongue is hot and insistent, circling, sucking, while his other hand cups and teases the neglected breast until both nipples are tight and aching. A broken moan slips out of me.“Ah… Damien—”My fingers thread into his dark hair, holding him there. His free hand slides down my stomach, finds the already soaked fabric of my panties, and rubs slow, deliberate circles over the wetness. A second later he hooks his fingers into the waistband and drags them down. The lace pools at my feet. I step out of them without thinking.Damien surges up and claims my mouth, deep and claiming, as he pins me harder to the wall. My hand drops between us and finds the thick, ha
I wasn’t surprised when her name surfaced. The only question that immediately followed was why.Why would Diana sell her shares to Sebastian? If there was one thing I had learned about my mother over the years, it was that she never moved unless there was something in it for her.“Does she have any shares left?” I ask.Damien lifts his head from where it has been resting against my thigh. He turns to look at me properly, the tiredness still sitting in the corners of his eyes.“Two percent.”The number lands heavier than it should. I shake my head, a short, disbelieving breath leaving me. It sat wrong in my chest that she could not bring herself to stand beside my father when he needed her most, yet she had not hesitated to hand the majority of her shares over to Sebastian.“Why?”As if he had been waiting for the question, Damien reaches up and takes both of my hands in his. His thumbs brush slowly across my knuckles.“Promise me you won’t overthink what I’m about to tell you.”I
My head hurts. It is far too early for this.Damien must sense the anxiety rising in me because he quickly takes the call off speaker and begins pacing the length of the bedroom. His replies are short and controlled — an occasional “I see,” a quiet “Understood” — giving nothing away. By the time he ends the call, the silence that follows feels heavier than the conversation itself.He turns to me.“It’s not a problem—”“What do you mean it’s not a problem?” I cut in before he can finish. “I heard George clearly. The board is planning to remove you.”Damien sighs. I can’t tell if the sound is frustration at my panic or at the situation itself.“Sebastian’s motion will most likely be void,” he says, voice calm but firm. “George and I hold the largest equal shares. Even if a number of board members side with him, I still have my stake, George’s support, his wife, Anna and Gideon. That combination is enough to block him.”I search his face. “But why would Sebastian even suggest something l
The words sit between us like a held breath.Damien stares at the message for a long second. His shoulders drop — not in relief exactly, but in something heavier. Something that looks a lot like the end of a very long war.I don’t know what to say. Gratefulness sits in my chest, yes, but right beside it is a strange, uncomfortable weight I can’t name. Roberto is still Victoria’s brother. He defended me once, but blood is blood. Part of me keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop.Damien types a short reply to someone, then locks the phone and sets it face-down on the nightstand. The soft click feels final.“Do you believe him?” I ask, skepticism clear in my voice. “Shouldn’t you at least call him?”He shakes his head once. “I don’t think Roberto would send that without a reason. Or without already having done what he said.”I let out a short, dry scoff. “He’s still the same person who approached me to make sure I didn’t come between you and his sister. Forgive me if I’m not ready to t
I look from the phone to him.“This… how?” I whisper.His voice is quiet when it comes.“It wasn’t me. But someone else clearly wanted this out. And they timed it perfectly.”The room feels smaller. The silence that follows is worse than any scream.Damien stands a few feet away, staring at the phone still in my hand like it might explode. His face has gone completely blank — the kind of blank that only appears when something cuts too deep for anger to reach yet.“I didn’t do this,” he repeats again, the words steady but raw underneath. He must have taken my silence as an accusation.“Aria. I need you to believe me. I had nothing to do with this.”I believe him. The shock on his face is too real. Still, my mouth feels dry.“I know,” I manage.His phone starts ringing before either of us can say more. Gideon’s name flashes across the screen. Damien answers on speaker, voice already tight.“Tell me you’re seeing this,” Gideon says, the shock clear in his tone. “Victoria Hale is trending







