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A Dangerous Discovery

Penulis: Lara Hills
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-10-17 21:36:47

The moment Damon opened the door, I knew the mask was back on.

Cold. Professional. Untouchable.

The guard standing outside didn’t question why I looked breathless, or why my hair was slightly mussed. He simply bowed his head and said, “Your father requests your presence in the east wing, Miss Kingsley.”

Father requests.

Not Father asks.

Never asks.

I smoothed the front of my dress, praying he couldn’t see the evidence of Damon’s hands on me, or the way my lips still trembled from his kiss. Damon fell into step behind me, silent as always, but I could feel his eyes burning holes into the back of my neck.

We walked down the long gilded corridor, our footsteps echoing, the air thick with everything unspoken. When we reached Father’s study, the guard bowed again and left. Damon opened the door for me.

I stepped inside.

Father wasn’t alone.

He stood near the fireplace, whiskey in hand, his suit jacket draped carelessly over the arm of a chair. Across from him, standing awkwardly with a tra
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