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Chapter Six:A Man

Author: Priscilla G
last update publish date: 2026-10-22 23:26:26

Ava’s POV

The phone was still pressed to my ear when Damian’s hand closed over it.

One smooth motion.

No warning.

He took it from my fingers as if it belonged to him, ended the call with a quiet press of his thumb, and held the dark screen between us.

I stared at him.

“Did you seriously just hang up on my husband?”

Damian slipped the phone back into my palm without looking remotely apologetic. His expression remained the same controlled mask he had worn while watching me sign my name to his.

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