Damon’s POV. I leaned back in my chair, fingers drumming lightly against the divorce papers spread across my desk. My name was neatly scrawled at the bottom, but it was her signature that held my attention. “Pathetic.” A slow smirk tugged at my lips. This was years in the making. Every step, every carefully placed move had led to this moment. She had been nothing more than a pawn, and now, she was finally out of my way. I picked up the papers, tracing a finger over the ink, as if I could feel the weight of my victory pressing against my skin. But this wasn’t just about a divorce. This was about power. And now, everything she once had—her inheritance, her assets, her name—belonged to me. A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. “Come in,” I called, exhaling slowly. The door swung open, and my secretary stepped inside with her usual composed expression. “Mr. Brian is here to see you, sir.” I nodded. “Send him in.” A moment later, Brian walked in, his usual unflap
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