MasukDamon’s POV~•~The door clicked shut behind Vivienne, and the sound hit me harder than it should have. I stood there staring at the empty space where she had been, my hand still warm from where hers had rested moments ago. The air felt heavier now, thick with the whiskey on my breath and the faint citrus of her shampoo that lingered like she had never really left. The soft jazz kept playing from the speakers, but it sounded wrong, too gentle for the knot twisting in my chest.Elena set the coffee tray on the corner of the desk with that careful slowness of hers, like nothing had happened. She didn’t look rattled. She never did. She poured herself a cup, added two spoons of sugar, and stirred slowly, the spoon clinking against the porcelain.“Everything all right?” she asked, her voice calm, almost too calm.I nodded once, picked up my glass again, and took a slow sip. The burn helped ground me. “Yeah. Just… late.”She leaned against the edge of the desk, robe tied loose enough that
Vivienne POV~•~I climbed the stairs slowly, each step heavier than the last, my hand sliding along the smooth railing like it was the only thing keeping me upright. Elena’s words kept playing in my head, over and over.By the time I reached the top, my breathing was uneven. I paused there, fingers wrapped tight around the wood until my knuckles ached. The hallway was dead quiet except for the faint tick of a clock drifting up from somewhere downstairs. The air still carried a trace of her perfume and it made my stomach turn.I pushed the bedroom door open quietly and slipped inside. Liam was still curled on his side and I stood there a long minute just watching him, letting the sight of his face settle something inside me. I moved to the window and eased the curtain back just enough to look out at the lawn. My mind wouldn’t stop replaying her voice. The way she smiled when she said Damon was her “dream guy.” The way she talked about their history like it was some unbreakable bond I
Vivienne POV~•~I stood there in the doorway to the living room, water bottle still cold in my hand, and I could not look away from Elena. Her robe was so thin it might as well have been nothing. The fabric clung to her body, short enough that it stopped halfway down her thighs, and the neckline dipped low, showing way more than anyone needed to see first thing in the morning. I could even make out the faint outline of her nipples through the material. It felt deliberate, like she had chosen it on purpose, knowing someone might walk in. My stomach twisted with fresh anger. I was sweaty and gross from my run, hair stuck to my neck.She shifted, tugging the robe a little tighter across her chest, but it did not help much. Then she smiled, easy and bright, like nothing was wrong.“I thought those footsteps were Damon’s.” She said lightly, “Sorry if I’m a little underdressed.”I kept my face calm, even though irritation burned inside me. “I haven’t seen my HUSBAND yet,” I answered, dr
Vivienne POV ~•~I could not sleep. The house was quiet, but my mind kept turning over everything I had seen from the window earlier. Their laughter still echoed in my head, light and easy, like they had no worries at all. I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Liam, and walked to the glass again. The porch light was still on downstairs, faint voices floating up through the night air. I pressed close, the cool pane against my forehead, and watched them one more time before they came inside.Damon looked tired, his shoulders lower than usual, but there was a small smile on his face as Elena talked. She swayed a little, her robe open just enough to show skin, and her laugh came out loose, almost carefree. Their cheeks were flushed, and even from up here I caught the faint hint that they had been drinking. A work meeting, he had said. Just work. But this did not look like work.My stomach twisted hard. I stepped back as they finally moved toward the door, the light clicking off behi
Damon POV~•~I stood there in Elena’s office, the lamp throwing soft light over the scattered papers on her desk. Our shoulders still brushed as we leaned in close, looking at the documents. I tried to ignore it and pointed at one of the bank records instead.“Look at this transfer,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “It lines up perfect with the day that lawyer switched sides. This could nail Damien.”Her hand moved over mine as she turned the page, and she let it stay there longer than needed. The touch was on purpose. She straightened up slow, her eyes meeting mine, holding them like she wouldn’t let go.“Damon,” she started, her voice low and even. “I need to say something. All this work I’ve put in, digging through every file, staying up nights on your father’s estate… it’s not just because it’s my job. It’s because of you. I’ve loved you for years.”Her words hit me hard. I froze for a second, my mind spinning. This wasn’t what I expected. Not now, not with everything going on.
Damon POV~•~I sat in the study the morning after we arrived, sunlight pushing through the heavy curtains and hitting the monitors on the oak desk. Feeds from the motel flickered in front of me. I turned up the volume on the intercepted call.Celeste’s voice came first, sharp and bitter. “Damien, I’m telling you, the kid almost didn’t make it last time. That should have been enough to break him.”My brother’s reply crackled through, cold as ever. “It wasn’t. I need more, Celeste. Something the judges can’t ignore. Fake letters, paid witnesses, whatever it takes.”“You think I’m doing this for fun?” she snapped. “I want my cut. You promised me a piece of the company once you’re in charge.”“You’ll get it,” Damien said smooth. “Ten percent, like we agreed. But only if you deliver. Get me proof he’s unfit, anything on the woman, the boy, his deals. Make it stick.”“I’m trying,” she hissed. “His guards are everywhere now. He’s hiding at Elena’s place, I think.”Damien laughed low. “Elen







