LOGINThe next morning, Damien dressed in a sharp suit and polished leather shoes. Looking every bit the powerful executive, he headed to Ashford Hotel.The moment he walked into the main lobby, he noticed a clear shift in atmosphere. When Damien visited the hotel a year ago, he found its service lacking and wasn't impressed by how it was managed.Stepping inside today, however, everything felt completely different. The entire place had been transformed into a top-tier luxury venue. Maureen Ashford clearly knew how to run an operation, and Damien knew better than to underestimate her."This is Mr. Damien vance, head of Vance Corporation," Lucas said as he approached the front desk, addressing the manager on duty. "He needs a word with Ms. Ashford."The secretary smiled politely but stood her ground. "I'm sorry, sir. Ms. Ashford is not seeing anyone without an appointment."Lucas frowned, his voice rising in frustration. "He is the CEO of Vance Corporation! Does he really need to book a meet
"Damien, have you figured out what's going on yet?" Gerald asked, his brow furled in concern as he patted his wife’s trembling shoulder."I have," Damien replied evenly, keeping his eyes lowered to avoid looking at the cozy display of affection between his father and stepmother.In all his memory, Gerald had never shown a single shred of such warmth toward Damien's late mother—or toward Damien himself. Looking at them now, Damien wondered if his father had completely wiped her memory from his mind."The person behind the press release is the newly appointed general manager of Ashford Hotel," Damien continued, his tone dark. "Maureen Ashford"Diana froze, her hand flying to her mouth in shock. "The Ashfords of Hatchbay?!" she gasped, her eyes wide with dismay. "They're the most powerful dynasty in the region! How on earth could my sister's family have crossed paths with them?""Our family has never had dealings with the Ashfords," Gerald explained grimly. "The bad blood between ou
Maureen Ashford..."Damien repeated the name under his breath, his thumb tracing the sharp edge of his jawline. He leaned back into the heavy leather executive chair, rubbing his aching temples as he stared into the dim light of his private study. "I actually tried digging a little deeper into her background, Mr. Vance" lucas offered, taking a cautious step forward with an iPad clutched in his hands.Damien raised his gaze, a subtle flicker of expectation cutting through his cold demeanor. *Finally, this assistant of mine comes through.* "What did you turn up?"Lucas shoulders slumped almost instantly, his arms dropping to his sides. "Honestly? Almost nothing."Damien’s expression hardened into ice. "Lucas if you're tired of having a job, HR can settle your final paycheck by eight tomorrow morning.""Boss, wait—hear me out!" Lucas held up a trembling hand, a sudden sheen of cold sweat breaking out across his forehead. "It's not that I dropped the ball! Maureen Ashford’s digit
Maureen made a quiet, unyielding vow to herself: she would never allow herself to fall back into that same suffocating trap. Her phone buzzed on the desk. A series of notifications flashed across her screen from the group chat titled "Ashford Family Intelligence Agency." Michael: Maureen, every single smear article targeting you was wiped clean yesterday. The media accounts pushing the slander have all been banned. Michael: Damien was behind it. Maureen: Oh, how generous of him. Should I send a thank-you note? Ethan: If he thinks scrubbing a few posts erases what happened, he’s hopelessly naive. Michael: Vance Corp’s stock barely blinked at the bell this morning. A shame, really. Ethan: Maureen, we still need to tear down the moon family, even if we have to play the long game! Maureen: Don't worry. I fully intend to take my time with them. Setting her phone aside, Maureen pressed the intercom button on her desk. "Steven, step into my office." S
Maureen's head was pounding, Then came a strong wave of sickness. She barely made it to the bathroom in time, holding onto the sink as her stomach emptied itself again."I remember when you could out-drink half the department," said a dry voice from the door.Ethan stood in the doorway. He held out a tall glass of cold water and some pills for her headache. He watched her with a mix of worry and quiet humor as she wiped her mouth.Maureen groaned. She took the pills and rinsed her mouth before drinking the water. "I haven't had a drop of alcohol in three years. My body can't handle it anymore. One night of drinking, and I feel like I've been poisoned.""Why did you stop drinking, anyway?" Ethan asked, pulling a chair closer to her.She looked down at her glass, her face turning hard. "Damien hated the smell of alcohol on women. So I stopped. That's all there is to it."Damien made a mocking sound, his eyes narrowing. "You changed your whole life just to please that m
Maureen was very drunk. She mistook Damien for her brother because her mind was blurry. She began to sob loudly. "Why doesn't Damien like me? Why...?" she cried out.Hearing her words, Damien’s heart tightly clenched. He pressed his lips together in a firm line and silently listened to her pain."I tried so hard... I really tried my absolute best," Maureen sobbed, her voice full of sadness. "But it seems that the more I try, the more he hates me. Why? Tell me why?"Suddenly, Maureen turned around and threw her arms around Damien. She buried her face deeply into his broad chest and let out a loud cry. Her heavy tears and messy makeup left stains all over his clean shirt. Damien stood completely frozen in place. His throat tightened with emotion, and he could feel the heat of her warm tears soaking through his shirt and burning straight to his heart.Damien waited a while before asking in a low, quiet voice, "Do you really like Damien?"Maureen slowly raised her face. Her eyes an
The question hung in the air between them, heavier than anything Richard had said so far.Maureen forgot how to breathe for a second. She had known this moment was coming the instant her father started flipping through the report. She'd known he would find the name eventually. She just hadn't expec
Damien barely slept. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the same scene: the private café, the birthday display, Michael Ashford standing beside Selene. No, beside his ex-wife. The image irritated him more than he cared to admit, and it made no sense, because none of this should have mattered to
The moment the black Escalade rolled through the towering iron gates of the Ashford estate, Maureen felt her chest tighten. She had been gone for three long years.The familiar fountain stood proudly in the center of the circular driveway, illuminated by soft lights. Beyond it stretched the grand m
Aurora had not only been Damien's first love — she was the daughter of a longtime family friend of the Vances, a connection that guaranteed her a seamless invitation to a private dinner at the estate. Even so, the mood at the table remained suffocating. Damien sat rigid, a hard crease pressed betw







