ANMELDEN“This wasn’t random.”Daniel’s words hung in the study.Damien stared at the photographs spread across the desk.“No,” Daniel replied. “Someone was studying my grandfather.”Damien picked up one of the photographs again. Richard was leaving the Blackwood estate in one picture. In another, he was entering a restaurant. There were several more—different days, different locations.“How long?” Damien asked.“From what I’ve found so far, at least a month.”Damien’s expression hardened.“Find out who.”“I will, Mr. Blackwood.”Daniel gathered the documents and left the study.Damien remained behind, staring at the photograph.Someone had been watching Richard.Someone had been patient.And Emma had been the one who stepped in front of the danger.EmmaEmma was in the kitchen preparing tea when Damien walked in.She looked up.“You’re still working?”“Not anymore.”She smiled slightly. “That’s good.”Damien walked toward her and leaned against the counter.Emma studied his face.“You found s
“Are you leaving already?”Emma stood at the bedroom door, watching Damien adjust the cuff of his shirt.He glanced at her through the mirror.“I have a meeting.”“You said that yesterday.”“I had meetings yesterday too.”Emma folded her arms.“You really do work too much.”Damien turned around.“And what would you like me to do instead?”She thought for a moment.“Spend one day doing nothing.”“Nothing?”“Yes.”Damien raised an eyebrow.“You’re asking me to sit around all day?”“I’m asking you to take a break.”He studied her face.“You’ve thought about this.”“Maybe.”A small smile appeared on his lips.“And what exactly would this day look like?”Emma smiled.“I don’t know yet.”“That sounds like a dangerous plan.”She laughed.“You don’t have to agree.”Damien walked toward her.“I didn’t say I disagreed.”Emma looked surprised.“You’re serious?”“Yes.”He reached for her hand.“Tell me what you want to do.”Emma looked at their joined hands before meeting his eyes.“I want to spe
“Mr. Blackwood, I found something.”Daniel’s voice was calm, but the seriousness in it immediately caught Damien’s attention.Damien looked up from the documents on his desk.“What did you find?”Daniel placed a folder in front of him.“I went back through the footage from the day your grandfather was attacked. I also checked the cameras around the surrounding roads.”Damien opened the folder.Several photographs were inside.The first showed the road where the incident had taken place.The second showed a dark SUV.Damien studied it carefully.“This is the vehicle?”“I believe so.”“You believe?”“The footage isn’t clear enough to confirm the plate number. But the vehicle appears in three different locations that day.”Damien looked at the next photograph.“Where?”Daniel pointed to each picture.“Here, near the road leading to your grandfather’s property. Then here, about ten minutes before the attack. And finally, here.”Damien looked at the last photograph.“Westbridge.”“Yes.”Si
Emma woke up the next morning with an unfamiliar feeling.Peace.For the first time since she had entered Damien’s mansion, she didn’t feel like she was waiting for something terrible to happen.She stretched beneath the covers and looked toward the window.Sunlight filled the room.She smiled.Then she remembered Adrian.Damien’s cousin.She had only met him briefly the previous day, but there had been something about him she couldn’t quite understand.He had been polite.Friendly, even.Yet his eyes had seemed strangely observant.As though he was studying everyone around him.Emma pushed the thought aside.She had more important things to worry about.She got out of bed and prepared for the day.When she entered the dining room, Damien was already there.He looked up from his phone.“Good morning.”“Good morning.”Emma sat beside him.Damien looked at her for a moment.“You slept well?”“Yes.”“Good.”Emma smiled.“You?”“Not much.”“Why?”“Work.”She frowned.“You work too much.”
The restaurant had become quiet.Sophia sat across from Emma, maintaining the gentle smile she had practiced before leaving home.She had expected the conversation to be difficult.Instead, Emma had been surprisingly open.That made Sophia’s plan easier.And somehow, more uncomfortable.Emma wasn’t the cruel person Sophia had convinced herself she was.She wasn’t arrogant.She wasn’t trying to steal Damien.At least, not deliberately.She simply seemed happy.And that was exactly what Sophia couldn’t accept.Sophia took a sip of water.“So…” she began casually. “How is everything at the mansion?”Emma smiled.“Good.”“Are you comfortable there now?”“Yes.”Sophia nodded.“What about Damien?”Emma’s smile changed slightly.“He is good to me.”Sophia noticed the change immediately.There was something in Emma’s voice.Something soft.Something genuine.“You really like him.”Emma looked down.“I didn’t say that.”“You didn’t have to.”Emma laughed quietly.Sophia smiled with her.But in
The dinner was over.But Sophia couldn’t stop thinking about Damien.She had gone to the Blackwood mansion expecting to find a man she would never want.Instead, she had discovered someone completely different.He was quiet.Reserved.Serious.But he wasn’t cruel.And the way he treated Emma had been impossible to ignore.Sophia stood in front of the mirror that night, removing her earrings one at a time.Her mind kept returning to the terrace.The short conversation she had shared with Damien.The way he had spoken without arrogance.The way he had calmly admitted that people often misunderstood his silence.She had expected to be afraid of him.She wasn’t.That realization frightened her more than the rumors ever had.A knock sounded.Sophia turned.“Come in.”Vivian entered.She closed the door behind her.“You haven’t gone to sleep.”“I can’t.”Vivian walked toward her.“You’re thinking about Damien.”Sophia looked at her reflection.“Yes.”“What did you learn tonight?”Sophia was







