LOGINDamien found no relief in his newfound freedom. Winning back his independence to pursue Aurora hadn't brought the clarity he expected; instead, an unsettling weight pressed against his chest, leaving him feeling as though he had fallen short of his own standards.A sharp knock broke the silence of his office. "Come in," Damien called out.Lucas entered briskly, clutching a navy file folder."Mr. Vance the investigative report is in," He reported, stepping up to the desk. "Ashford Hotel officially severed ties with moon Corp and canceled their supply agreements with Sareal kitchenware over a week ago. Initially, Ashford Group kept the exact reasons quiet, leaving the media to trade in idle rumors."He paused, opening the file. "It was only after Ms. moon went public with her accusations against your ex wife Selene that Ashford Group released the proof of defective shipments, setting off the current public firestorm."Damien's jaw set hard. He opened his desk drawer, retrieved a blister
When Maureen re-entered the executive suite, Rachael rushed toward her, her hands trembling visibly as she smoothed down her outfit."My heart was pounding out of my chest, Ms. Ashford!" she gasped, letting out a ragged breath. "Mr. Vance carries such an overwhelming, suffocating presence. My knees almost buckled the second he stepped through the door. Did... did I play the part well enough?""You were exceptional," Maureen replied, her tone calm and approving. She pulled a sleek, heavy envelope from her purse and handed it over. "This should cover your trouble.""Thank you so much!" she exclaimed, accepting the envelope and feeling the thick stack of bills beneath the paper.Before she could step away, Steven stepped forward, sliding a crisp NDA across the sleek glass table toward her."We appreciate your hard work, but discretion is non-negotiable," Steven stated firmly, holding out a pen. "For everyone's protection, a formal confidentiality agreement is required."Maureen offered
In the secret observation room, Maureen let out a low, chuckle— prompting Rachael in the main office to echo a stiff, practiced laugh through her earpiece. Damien’s brow furrowed, a faint crease forming between his eyes. "I appreciate the compliment, Mr. Vance," Rachael said smoothly, repeating Maureen’s prompt. "Though there is really no need to be formal with me. I produce dozens of those brushwork pieces whenever I have a free afternoon. Giving one away is hardly a sacrifice." A mocking edge laced her tone, causing Damien’s facial features to harden instantly. His jaw tightened, hands clenching into firm fists at his sides. "Ms. Ashford, let's skip the pleasantries," Damien said, his deep voice carrying a heavy, oppressive weight that filled the room. "I didn't come here today to analyze artwork. I'm here regarding the commercial blockade against Moon Corp. I want you to drop the sanctions, and I am willing to discuss favorable terms to make it worth your while." He leaned fo
"Mr. Vance... I need a second," Lucas rasped, leaning heavily against the concrete handrail.The hotel’s architecture featured grand, high-vaulted ceilings, meaning every single flight contained far more steps than a standard office tower. By the time they reached the eighth floor, lucas was completely gassed, his knees wobbling with every forced step.Damien glanced back over his shoulder, his facial expression entirely composure and discipline. "Keep moving, Lucas . We only have two floors to go. Don't let your legs betray you now."Unlike his assistant, Damien barely showed any signs of physical strain. At thirty, he maintained a rigorous physical regime rooted in his past military experience as an elite special forces operative. High-intensity endurance was second nature to him; back in his service days, mandatory midnight drills required full-gear distance runs that made ten flights of stairs look like a casual warm-up. He could have climbed another twenty floors without breaking
Moments after Maureen ended her phone call with her brother, Steven stepped into her executive suite, looking visibly annoyed."Ms. Ashford, Damien Vance is back downstairs," He reported, crossing his arms. "The man has no shame at all. Honestly, with that level of persistence, he missed his calling as a door-to-door salesman."Maureen kept her focus on the contract in front of her, signing her name in crisp, fluid strokes without looking up. "You have to admire his dedication to his precious fiancee, don't you?"Steven paused, searching her expression. For a split second, he thought he detected a faint trace of bitterness in her tone, though he couldn't be entirely sure."I'll go back down and have security remove him from the building," Steven offered."No," Maureen said, capping her pen with a sharp snap and glancing up with an arched eyebrow. "Bring him up."Steven blinked in surprise. "Excuse me?""He’s showed up three days in a row just for a audience with me," Maureen said cool
The 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
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







