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chapter 93

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Evelyn pov

i sat beside him, tucking my legs under the velvet couch. i didn’t look at him right away. If i did, it might soften—lose the edge. And this wasn’t a moment for softness.

“He said that if I want the truth, I should be ready to lose everything,” i said. “Because Morgan won’t go down without a war. And he’ll be damned if he lets you replace him.”

Damian didn’t move. His hands stilled around the glass, but the silence was thick with meaning.

pressing on. “He made it clear, Damian. Lawrence doesn’t want to protect the truth—he wants your place in the family. He wants what you have. Maybe he always has.”

A muscle jumped in Damian’s jaw. “He’s not even subtle anymore.”

“He doesn’t have to be. Not after exposing Morgan like that. He wanted to drag you both into the mud.”

He finally looked at her, and i saw it again—that rawness from the night before. Not rage. Not bitterness. Just an ache that had nowhere else to go.

“I don’t even know what I’m fighting for anymore,” he said. “My
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