登入DAMON:“I have something for you, Mr. Black,” my investigator said. “I found something while going through Claire’s records.”I pushed back from my desk and walked toward the window.“There’s a six-month gap where nothing shows up under her name. I managed to trace part of it through a hospital billing record that slipped through when the main file was sealed,” he said, and I heard papers shuffling on his end. “Claire Bennett gave birth at Mercy General Hospital, a little over five years ago.”My hand tightened around the phone, and I kept my voice as flat as I could manage even though my heart had started pounding against my ribs. “Keep going.”“The birth certificate lists the mother as Claire Bennett,” he continued, “and the child as a daughter, born the following spring. The father’s name is left blank on the official record, no name listed at all.”“What’s her daughter’s name?” I asked, because out of everything he had just said, that was the only detail I couldn’t make myself ig
CLAIREI stared at the message on my phone screen until the words blurred together, my thumb hovering over the call button because I needed to hear Emma’s voice before I could think straight about anything else.“Please put her on the phone right now,” I said the second the call connected, keeping my voice low so it wouldn’t carry through the closed bedroom door and into the hallway where Damon might still be standing.“She’s already asleep, Claire,” the nanny said, her voice quiet on the other end of the line. “She fell asleep about ten minutes ago, right after she sent that message, so whatever this is about, it can probably wait until morning, ma’am.”“She saw him,” I whispered, pressing my hand flat against my forehead as I sat back down on the edge of the bed. “She saw Damon on the television, and she told him she looks like him, and I don’t even know what she was watching or how much of his face she actually saw.”“It was just a sports segment,” the nanny said, and I could hear
Claire:I carried my two small bags into the entryway of Damon's house, stopping near the front hall while he set his keys down on the table near the mirror and turned to face me."The guest room is upstairs, the second door on the right," Damon said, pointing toward the staircase while keeping his distance from me. "I took the master bedroom at the end of the hall, so you can have the rest of the floor to yourself, and we won't have to run into each other unless we need to leave for family events.""Thank you, that works fine for me," I replied, grabbing my bags to walk up the stairs, but his voice stopped me before I could take two steps."Why did you agree to this, Claire?" he asked, leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes fixing on me with clear suspicion. "You look at me like you hate my guts, so why didn't you just tell your grandfather to reject my family's proposal?"I held tight to the handles of my bags, keeping my face completely blank
Claire:I sat on the edge of the bed in my apartment, staring down at the white dress hanging on the closet door, feeling a heavy tightness in my stomach because after spending five long years working to rebuild my life, Damon Black was stepping right back into it to tear down my peace.“Mommy, why do you look so sad?” Emma asked, walking into the bedroom while holding her small stuffed bear in her arms, looking up at me with her wide eyes. “Are you getting dressed up for a party today?”“No, sweetie, I’m getting married today,” I said, putting a smile on my face as I reached out to pull her small body into a hug, smoothing her hair down with my hand.“Are you marrying a prince like in my storybooks?” she asked, sitting down on my lap and wrapping her arms around my neck, looking closely at my face. “Do you love him, Mommy?”I swallowed hard, looking at her small face that carried so many of Damon’s features, and I felt my voice tremble slightly as I tried to figure out what to say to
Damon:I threw my gear bag into the corner of the locker room and pulled off my ice skates, ignoring the reporters waiting outside the doors because I had just finished three hours of morning practice and my father was already calling my phone for the third time today."What is so important that you have to call me right after practice?" I asked, putting the phone on speaker while I sat down on the bench to unlace my boots."Come straight to my office downtown," my father said, his voice coming through loud and clear without a single bit of room for argument. "We have a family matter to discuss, and it concerns the future of our company as well as your own career.""I have team meetings all afternoon, Dad," I replied, standing up and heading toward the showers because I had no energy to deal with whatever business deal he was trying to push on me today. "Whatever it is, we can talk about it during dinner this weekend.""You will come to my office right now, Damon," he commanded, stop
Claire:I stayed in the city for two full weeks after that morning at his building, calling his manager's office every single morning and leaving messages with his assistant, but nobody ever returned my calls."He's in training camp right now, Miss Bennett," his assistant said when I finally managed to get through on the office phone on a Tuesday afternoon. "Mr. Black is focusing entirely on the upcoming season, and he explicitly asked us not to forward any personal calls to his line.""Can you just tell him I need ten minutes to speak with him?" I asked, sitting on the edge of my bed while holding my phone against my ear. "It's not about his hockey career or his money, it's about something personal that he really needs to know.""I'm sorry, but he gave us a strict list of people he wants to talk to, and your name is not on that list," she said before hanging up the phone, leaving me listening to the dial tone.That night, I turned on the television in my living room and saw Damon on







