All Chapters of Her kiss,His Downfall : Chapter 51 - Chapter 56

The silence was worse than the shouting.Damon sat at the head of the long glass conference table, arms folded, eyes fixed on the numbers scrolling across the projection screen. He didn’t say a word, didn’t even tap his pen the way he usually did when irritated. Ava stood off to the side with the rest of the team, her notes ready, waiting for him to turn to her, ask for her input, something.Nothing.When the meeting ended, chairs scraped back, people scattered, and Damon’s voice cut through: “Ava. Stay.”Her chest tightened, but she kept her face steady. The room emptied, the door clicked shut. He didn’t look at her right away, just typed something into his laptop. The click of the keys was sharp, precise. Calculated.“You’re quiet today,” she said finally, hating the way it sounded like she was fishing.His gaze lifted, slow, deliberate. “Am I?”The look lingered—too long, too heavy. He wasn’t just looking at her. He was looking through her. And the worst part? Ava couldn’t tell wha

Damon hadn’t spoken more than a handful of words to her all day. Not in the office, not in the meetings, not even in the car ride back. He wasn’t ignoring her—he was watching her. Every move, every glance, every time she shifted in her seat. It was worse than silence.Ava told herself it was fine. She’d handled worse before. But there was something about the weight of his eyes, the way he measured her like a weapon he wasn’t sure he wanted to use, that made her skin crawl.By the time evening fell, the building was empty. The staff had gone home, the city outside buzzing with nightlife, and still Damon hadn’t left. He’d buried himself in files, working with the kind of restless energy that wasn’t about the company at all.Ava lingered by her desk, pretending to sort through emails. Truth was, she couldn’t leave. Not when he was like this. Not when every instinct told her that walking out now would feel like surrender.Finally, his voice broke the silence, low and clipped.“You’re stil

The boardroom felt colder than usual. Ava sat off to the side, pen in hand, jotting notes as Damon spoke about the latest numbers. His voice was steady, commanding—he never had to raise it to fill a room.That’s when Lena Voss leaned forward, her red nails tapping lightly on the polished table. A smile tugged at her lips, but it didn’t reach her eyes.“Impressive recovery, Damon,” she said smoothly. “Though… I can’t help but wonder.”The room quieted, a dozen pairs of eyes shifting her way. Ava’s pen stilled.“Wonder what?” Damon’s tone was flat.“If your decision-making has been entirely… yours.” She let the words dangle, sweet and poisonous. Her gaze flicked toward Ava, just long enough to sting. “Some might say your new assistant has had a hand in shaping strategy. Quite a strong hand.”The air shifted—just slightly, but Ava felt it, the way curiosity stirred around the table. A few men leaned back, others exchanged quiet glances. The damage was small, subtle—but effective.Damon d