Masuk“You’re married?”
Damian’s voice was calm, but the look in his eyes made Elena nervous. Nobody spoke for a few seconds. Adrian quickly forced a smile and walked forward. “Mr. Blackwood, I didn’t expect you this early.” Damian ignored him completely. His eyes stayed on Elena “You disappeared.” Elena’s fingers tightened around the papers in her hand. “I think you have the wrong person.” “I never forget faces.” Vanessa looked between them in confusion. “You two know each other?” Elena immediately answered, “No.” At the same time, Damian said, “Yes.” The room became awkward instantly. Adrian frowned. “What’s going on?” Damian finally looked away from Elena and turned to Adrian. “Leave us alone.” Adrian stiffened. “Excuse me?” “I said leave.” The coldness in Damian’s voice made even Vanessa uncomfortable. Adrian cleared his throat. “Mr. Blackwood, with all due respect, Elena is still my wife.” Damian looked at him blankly. “Then why are you transferring her to me?” Adrian had no answer for that. Vanessa quickly jumped in. “It’s just a business arrangement.” Damian’s eyes moved to her slowly. “And who are you?” Vanessa smiled confidently and held Adrian’s arm tighter. “His girlfriend.” Elena looked away immediately. Damian noticed. Something dark crossed his face, but it disappeared quickly. “Interesting,” he said quietly. Adrian tried changing the topic. “About the contract....” “I’ll take her tonight.” Elena turned toward Damian immediately. “What?” Adrian looked relieved instantly. “Of course. That’s fine.” Elena stared at him in disbelief. “You already decided?” Adrian looked irritated again. “What exactly do you want me to do? Lose my company because of you?” “Because of me?” “You heard me.” Elena laughed softly, but there was no happiness in it. “You have been cheating on me, not just cheating but with the person I call my best friend, humiliated me, and you’re now blaming me for your company failing?” Vanessa rolled her eyes. “Can we stop going in circles?” Elena finally lost her patience. “You should shut your mouth up.” Vanessa’s expression darkened. “Watch your tone.” “Or what?” Elena snapped. “You’ll steal another woman’s husband?” “Enough,” Adrian said sharply. The room became quiet again. Damian watched everything silently. Then he suddenly asked, “Did she sign the papers?” “No,” Adrian answered. Damian looked at Elena. “Why?” Elena almost laughed at the question. “Because I’m not an object.” “No,” Damian said calmly. “But you are desperate.” Her brows pulled together immediately. “What does that mean?” Damian stepped closer slowly. “You know your husband doesn’t want you anymore.” The words hurt because they were true. Damian continued, “So you have two choices. Stay here with people who clearly don’t respect you… or come with me.” Vanessa laughed mockingly. “Wow. That almost sounded romantic.” Damian ignored her. His eyes stayed on Elena. “You don’t belong here.” Elena hated that part of her agreed with him. Adrian suddenly spoke again. “Elena, stop making this difficult and just go pack your things.” The calmness in his voice shocked her more than anything else. “You really want me gone that badly?” Adrian looked away for a second before answering, “This is what’s best.” “For you. For only you Adrain” He didn’t answer. That was answer enough. Elena swallowed hard and looked down at the papers again. Then slowly, she signed them. Vanessa smiled immediately. Adrian relaxed. But Damian kept watching Elena carefully. Like he knew she was seconds away from breaking. The moment Elena dropped the pen, Damian took the papers from the table. “Good.” Elena looked at Adrian one last time. “I loved you,” she said quietly. Adrian’s expression shifted slightly, but only for a second. Then Vanessa held his arm again, and the moment passed. Elena nodded slowly like she finally understood everything. Then she turned toward the stairs. “I’ll get my things.” As she walked away, Damian suddenly spoke again. “Leave the ring.” Elena stopped moving. Her wedding ring suddenly felt heavy on her finger. Slowly, she removed it. Then placed it on the table in front of Adrian. This time, he looked uncomfortable. But Elena didn’t care anymore. She walked upstairs without looking back.Damian's security team traced the call within thirty-six hours. A burner phone, purchased in cash, activated for eleven minutes and never used again. Untraceable, technically. But the store it came from sat two blocks from a building Damian recognized immediately — the old Sterling Holdings satellite office, the one Adrian had quietly shut down during the restructuring. "That doesn't mean Adrian's involved," Elena said, reading the report over Damian's shoulder. "I didn't say it did." He set the tablet down. "But someone who used to have access to that building did." "Marcus." Damian looked up. "You know that name?" "No." Elena frowned. "But Vanessa's been different this week. Distracted. My assistant mentioned she canceled two meetings and left the office early yesterday without telling anyone where she was going." "You're still keeping tabs on Vanessa." "I'm keeping tabs on the people who might hurt me. She qualifies." Elena crossed her arms. "She always has." Damia
Vanessa didn't sleep.She lay in the dark replaying four words until they lost their shape. *I already do.*Adrian had said it so plainly. Like a fact. Like something he'd decided a long time ago and simply hadn't bothered to mention.She told herself it didn't matter.It mattered.By six she gave up on sleep entirely and sat at her kitchen table with her phone face-down in front of her, as though not looking at it might undo the message still sitting there.*Tomorrow, we talk.*Tomorrow was today.The address came at nine. No explanation. Just a pin dropped on a map, a small café on the edge of the financial district, far enough from Blackwood Group and Sterling Holdings that no one from either building would recognize her walking in.She almost didn't go.But not going meant waiting. Waiting meant wondering. And Vanessa had spent three months wondering who knew what she'd done — whether it was Adrian's driver, or the assistant she'd bribed, or someone at the clinic who'd talked when
Elena stayed quiet for several minutes after the call ended. Damian was still holding her hand, his thumb moving gently across her knuckles, as though he could calm the fear gathering inside her.She hated that she was frightened — not because of the caller, but because she had finally started feeling safe. And now someone had reminded her that maybe she wasn't."Damian.""I'm here.""Who do you think it was?""I don't know. And I don't know if they were watching you either.""That's not very reassuring.""I know. But I'm not going to lie to you just to make you feel better."She looked back at him. "Thank you."He squeezed her hand. "We'll find out who it was."Elena nodded, and instead of letting the fear consume her, she took a deep breath. "I don't want this to control me. I don't want to start hiding in this house again. I've already spent too much of my life running."Damian's expression softened. "Then don't run.""I won't."For the first time since the call, she smiled.That e
Elena woke the next morning feeling strangely peaceful.For the first time in weeks, she hadn't dreamed about her past. She hadn't woken up wondering what she had forgotten or what secret would surface next. She had simply slept — deep, dreamless, and whole. Somehow, that felt like a gift.She sat up and looked around her room. The wooden box was still on the table, her father's letter safely inside. She smiled faintly. She wasn't ready to forget the past, but she was beginning to understand that she didn't have to live inside it either.After getting dressed, Elena walked downstairs. Damian was already there, standing near the windows with a cup of coffee in his hand, sifting through a few documents. When he heard her footsteps, he looked up, and his eyes softened immediately."Good morning.""Good morning.""You slept."Elena smiled. "How did you know?""You don't look exhausted."She laughed. "Is that your way of saying I usually look terrible?""That's exactly what I'm saying."Sh
Elena barely slept that night.She lay awake, staring at the ceiling while everything that had happened over the past few days replayed in her mind.Her grandfather.Her parents.The memories that were slowly returning.The letter her father had left behind.She turned onto her side and looked at the small wooden box sitting on the table beside her bed.She had opened it so many times over the years but tonight, it felt different.For the first time, she no longer saw it as a box filled with painful memories.It felt like a piece of home.Elena slowly sat up, and reached for the box and opened it.The silver bracelet caught the moonlight. Beside it was her father's letter. She picked it up carefully.She had already read it several times, but the words still made her chest ache.You are my daughter before you are an heiress.She smiled sadly.Her father had known her so well.Even before she grew up and chose to hide her wealth, he had understood that the Vale name should never decide
"Someone was there that night."Elena's voice trembled through the phone.Damian's heart tightened.He had heard fear in her voice before, but this was different.This wasn't fear of Adrian.It wasn't fear of Vanessa.It wasn't even fear of the uncertainty surrounding her past.This was the fear of remembering something she had spent years forgetting."Elena," Damian said gently, "where are you?""At home.""Are you with your grandfather?""Yes.""Good. Stay with him."There was a brief silence.Then Elena whispered,"Damian...""I'm coming."He ended the call.Victor was still standing across from him."What happened?""She remembered something."Victor's face changed."What?""She remembers a man talking to her father."For several seconds, Victor didn't respond.His expression was enough to tell Damian that the memory mattered."You know who it was."Victor finally looked at him."I may."Damian's jaw tightened."Then tell me.""I need to speak to Elena first.""She's upset.""I kn







