LOGINDamian abandons wealth, status, and the Caldara name for his manipulative lover, Caleb. But Caleb, aided by his ruthless partner Luca, seduces and deceives him, orchestrating a staged kidnapping and a calculated betrayal that strips Damian of his fortune and pride. Left with nothing, Damian returns to a decaying Caldara empire and begins his ascent. With the quiet backing of family ally Gabriel, he digs into the mystery of his father’s disappearance, determined to save him and reclaim the family legacy from ruin. When Jerald, a calculating crime heir, takes notice of Damian’s resurgence, he turns Caleb into a pawn against him. Now, with the aid of Mark and a new, passionate love in Jamal, Damian must outwit Jerald, confront his past, and fight to restore the Caldara name while he navigates his messy love life.
View MoreDamian POVThe invitation comes in a cream envelope with heavy paper and gold embossing, and my name is written in cursive so fancy I almost do not recognize it.I turn it over in my hands. No return address and no name. Just a date and a location and the word "black tie" at the bottom.Mark is sitting across from me in his office, a cigarette burning between his fingers. He watches me read it."Who sent it?" I ask."That is the question."I set the envelope on his desk. The cream paper looks out of place against the wood grain, surrounded by coffee cups and ash trays and stacks of paper held down by a knife."You do not know?""I have a guess." He taps ash into the tray. "The guest list is private. The host is anonymous. But people like Jerald do not stay in the shadows forever. Eventually, they want to be seen.""Jerald sent this?""I think someone who wants to impress Jerald sent this. Or someone who wants to put you in a room with him." Mark leans back in his chair. "Either way, i
Damian POVI stop counting at three in the morning. Start again at six. The numbers keep changing, not because the math is wrong, but because my focus was somewhere else. Caleb wears a hole in the floorboards from the kitchen to the window. Back and forth. I want to tell him to sit down, but my voice is stuck somewhere under the weight of what I have done to get this cash.One hundred and twelve thousand. The number sits in my chest like a stone.It's not enough yet.Caleb cannot sit still. He held his phone, thumb hovering over the screen like he expected it to explode. He looks at me but does not see me. I am not sure he sees anything anymore.His voice seeps through the wall between the room, very low and shaking. "I am trying. I told you I am trying."A pause. Jerald's voice on the other end, too muffled to understand."He is not telling me anything. He does not trust me anymore."Another pause. The quiet stretches between us. I can hear him breathing. He can hear me not breathin
Damian POVMark's information was short and detailed with a name, an address, and a time when the scarred man drinks alone.The bar is on the south side, tucked between a pawnshop and a laundromat. The sign is broken, the windows are dirty, and the music inside is loud enough to cover conversations. I arrive at nine, when the crowd is thin and the bartender is too bored to watch the door.I spot him in the back corner. A booth with a view of the entrance. A bottle of dark liquid in front of him. His scar catches the light every time he lifts his glass.I walk toward him and slide into the booth across from him.His eyes widen for a fraction of a second. Then they go flat."You are either brave or stupid," he says."Hmm… both." He looks around the bar. The few other customers are lost in their own drinks. The bartender is wiping the same glass he has been wiping for ten minutes."If Jerald finds out I am sitting with you...""He will not find out from me."He studies my face. His scar
Damian POVI wake up with my cheek pressed against the open pages of the notebook. The ink has smeared. The words "three days" are blurred, like they are trying to escape the page.I sit up slowly. My neck is stiff. My eyes burn. The clock on the wall says nine. I have been asleep for three hours. Maybe less.The buyer's words are still in my head. Your life is on the line. I press my palm against my chest where his finger had been. The skin does not hurt anymore. But I remember the pressure.I close the notebook and slide it into my jacket. Caleb is still asleep. He does not know about the buyer and also the three days I have left. I leave the apartment without waking him.The street is grey. The wind is cold. I stand at the walkway and light a cigarette. The flame shakes. I steady it with my other hand.Five hundred thousand dollars. I do not have it. I do not know anyone who has it.I think about the buyer's face. His grey hair. His cold eyes. The missing finger on his left hand. S
Damian POVThe morning after meeting Jerald, I wake up to find Caleb already standing by the window.He is still wearing the same clothes from last night. The shirt is rumpled, and his hair sticks up on one side like he has been running his fingers through it for hours. He did not sleep, or he slep
Damian POVHe froze when he saw the cash spread across the desk. His eyes lingered on the stack of bills, and I watched him count it without touching it, his fingers twitching at his sides. He thinks I left it there by accident, and I still trust him enough to leave money out in the open. He can ha
Damian POVThe call comes on a Thursday afternoon, three days after Elena Vasquez left her card at the garage.I am in my apartment, cleaning the kitchen, when my phone buzzes with a number I do not recognize. The screen shows a local area code, nothing unusual, but something about the timing makes
Damian POVMy phone buzzes on the nightstand beside my bed at three in the morning.The sound cuts through the dark like a knife, sharp and insistent. I reach for it before the second buzz, my fingers fumbling across the wood surface. Beside me, Caleb shifts in his sleep but does not wake.Mark's n
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