Emmah’s POVThe last few days had been a blur of dizzying highs and lows. The highest point was the Tech Investors Gala, walking in with Declan, the defiant emerald dress, the public kiss. It was an adrenaline rush that settled deep in my bones, feeling like a final, absolute break from Damian’s chaos. Declan had been the perfect gentleman and the perfect partner, staying up late with me, his hand resting on my shoulder as we finalized our strategic defence against Richard Holdings. He was everything Damian wasn’t, stable, kind, and focused on building, not destroying. I was ready to commit my heart to him.The low point was Damian’s shattered face when I returned his grandfather’s bracelet. His raw, exposed plea, confessing that his monstrous plan just to have me back, had ripped open the old wounds, making my path forward unclear.I had convinced myself that Declan was the answer to my confusion. He was the good choice. That conviction shattered late one evening at the Williamson wa
 Última actualización : 2025-10-12
Última actualización : 2025-10-12