The city never slept, but Damien’s penthouse was cloaked in an unnatural silence. Not the comfortable hush of midnight, but the brittle quiet of a storm waiting to break.Grace stood by the wall of glass, arms wrapped around herself, staring at the glittering skyline that no longer felt beautiful. It felt hostile. Somewhere out there, Marcus was hiding. Somewhere out there, her studio the place that had been hers, untouched by Damien’s world was broken.She hadn’t cried when Damien told her. She hadn’t even allowed herself to feel it. But now, alone in the cold glow of the city lights, she felt the sting in her chest, the ache of violation.Behind her, the low murmur of Damien’s voice carried from his study. He hadn’t slept. His men moved in and out like shadows, delivering updates, reporting dead ends. Each time she heard his tone harden, she flinched, even if the words weren’t for her.When the door finally clicked shut, she didn’t have to turn to know he was there.“You should be i
 Last Updated : 2025-09-23
Last Updated : 2025-09-23