Late Night, Carrington PenthouseThe city skyline stretched endlessly before Damien’s floor-to-ceiling windows. He sat at a massive mahogany desk, the soft hum of a late-night jazz record playing in the background. Across the polished surface lay the folder he’d quietly compiled over the past days—news clippings, photos, social media profiles—all pointing toward the little girl Natalia never mentioned.His daughter.The irony wasn’t lost on him. Here he was, a man who built an empire brick by brick, and the one thing he never saw coming was a secret growing inside someone else.He tapped a pen against the desk, his mind racing. Should he confront Natalia now? Demand answers? Or should he dig deeper, protect himself until he knew more?“Damn it, Natalia,” he muttered, rising and pacing the room. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why did you hide this?”His voice was rough with regret, but beneath it simmered a harder emotion—betrayal. Not just from Natalia, but from the child who represented ev
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