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Chapter 31

THE FALL(Damien's POV)The park bench was harder than stone, and the newspapers I'd used as blankets were soaked through from the morning dew. I sat up slowly, my back aching, my stomach cramping from hunger.Three days. Three days since I'd walked away from Eleanor and Victoria at the gala. Three days since I'd tried to take control of my own life.Three days of discovering that freedom without money wasn't freedom at all.I looked around Central Park. Early morning joggers ran past without looking at me. Business people hurried towards their offices, checking their phones. A few homeless men were setting up cardboard shelters under nearby trees.I was one of them now.My phone had died yesterday. My credit cards had been canceled. My bank accounts were frozen. Even my clothes were wrinkled and stained from sleeping rough.The Damien Blackwood who'd walked away from that gala table had been naive. Privileged. Stupid enough to think that moral victories could pay for food.My stomach

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Chapter 32

THE HUMILIATION(Damien's POV)That night at dinner, Eleanor told me I couldn't just sit around and do nothing. I was the heir of The Blackwood inheritance so I needed to start acting as such. For the most of my life, I had never done any work in the business except board meetings and signing of deals, if Eleanor was busy. She does the most work, not allowing any family member work in the business. The next morning, I stood in front of the mirror in my bedroom. Light streamed in from the opened curtain as I looked myself in the mirror. I looked like Damien Blackwood. Polished. Powerful. Ready to command respect.But inside, I felt hollow. Empty. Like a shell of the man I used to be. Eleanor ruled the family with an iron fist, turning my father into a complete useless man. And gradually doing same thing to me. I have the responsibility of growing into a man that would take back The Blackwood Empire from Eleanor and bring her to her knees."Ready for your first day back?" Victoria k

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Chapter 33

THE DECISION(Serena's POV)Three weeks had passed since the charity gala. Three weeks of media interviews, business meetings, and watching my empire grow stronger every day. Vaughn Innovations stock had hit new highs. The foundation was already funding research at twelve major universities. My face was on the cover of three magazines this month.I should have been happy.Instead, I sat in my office at midnight, staring at Damien's crumpled note. The one he'd written on a coffee shop napkin. The one I'd read a hundred times."Isabella deserves to know her father isn't a monster. Just a man who made terrible mistakes."Maria had told me he'd looked thin. Hungry. Desperate. That had been three weeks ago. Since then, nothing. No more visits. No more notes. No more attempts to see Isabella.Part of me wondered if he was even still alive."Working late again?" Dr. Cole entered my office, carrying two cups of tea. "It's past midnight, Serena.""Couldn't sleep."He sat across from my desk,

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Chapter 34

THE INVITATION(Serena's POV)The decision sat in my stomach like a stone for two days. Adrian’s warning was a constant, logical echo in my mind. “He’s never proven himself. You’re risking everything. It’s a foolish, sentimental mistake.”But then I would look at Isabella, at the way her eyes, so much like Damien’s, would crinkle when she smiled. She was a piece of him, a living, breathing part of that complicated history. To deny her the truth felt like building her world on a lie.On the third morning, watching her try to grasp a sunbeam filtering through the window, I found my resolve. I wasn’t doing this for Damien. I was doing it for her. I picked up my phone, my thumb hovering over his number. I still had it. Deleted but not forgotten, etched into my memory from a time when it was my most dialed digit.I took a deep breath and called.It rang four times, and I was about to hang up, when he answered. A strange mix of relief and disappointment washed over me.“Hello?” His voice wa

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Chapter 35

THE SICKNESS (Damien's POV) The next few weeks were a dream I was terrified of waking up from. I went to my humiliating job in the basement of Blackwood Industries, sorted mail until my back ached and my hands were raw, and endured Peterson’s snide comments and the other workers’ whispers. But it didn’t matter. Because when the clock hit five, I was free. I would take the subway, a new and unpleasant experience to Serena’s building. The doorman would nod me through, and I’d ride the silent elevator up to the sky. And there was heaven. Isabella’s face would light up when she saw me. She was starting to recognize me, to reach for me. Serena would smile, a real, genuine smile that reached her eyes. We would have dinner, talk, and every night, I would fall into her bed and we would lose ourselves in each other. It was better than it had ever been before because the lies were gone. There was only truth and need and a second chance I knew I didn’t deserve. I was happier than I co

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Chapter 36

A PLACE TO BELONG(Damien's POV)The first few days in Serena’s penthouse were a fever dream. Literally. I drifted in and out of sleep on the softest bed I had ever known, my body aching and burning. Every time I opened my eyes, something was different. A fresh glass of water on the nightstand. The curtains drawn to let in soft light. The smell of soup from the kitchen.And Serena. Always Serena.She would come in to check my temperature, her cool hand feeling like heaven on my forehead. She would prop me up to drink broth, her arm strong around my shoulders. Sometimes, I would wake to find her sitting in a chair by the window, working on her laptop, just keeping watch over me.It was a kind of care I had never experienced. In my family, sickness was a weakness, an inconvenience. Here, it was met with quiet, and efficient compassion.One afternoon, the fever finally broke for good. I woke up clear-headed, though weak. The penthouse was quiet. I pushed myself up and saw Serena asleep i

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Chapter 37

THE ANCHOR(Serena's POV)Life with Damien was a constant negotiation between my head and my heart. My head, which sounded suspiciously like Adrian and now Elena, shouted warnings. He’s unreliable. He’s a Blackwood. He’s taking advantage. You’re being a fool.But my heart… my heart saw the man on the floor, patiently trying to show Isabella how to stack blocks. My heart saw him washing bottles in the sink without being asked. My heart heard him singing off-key lullabies to our daughter in the middle of the night.My heart remembered the boy I had fallen in love with, and it whispered that maybe, just maybe, he was finally coming back.The confrontation with Elena had shaken me. Her words had struck a nerve because they held a kernel of truth. I couldn’t fully resist him. His presence filled a space in my life that had been empty for so long, a space I had pretended was fine but that had ached with loneliness.A few days after Elena’s visit, I found Damien in the library, staring out a

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Chapter 38

THE STORM(Serena's POV)The trip was Damien’s idea. “Let’s get out of the city,” he’d said one morning, watching Isabella try to eat a piece of banana with hilarious seriousness. “Just the three of us. Somewhere quiet. Where no one knows us.”It sounded like a dream. A bubble of normalcy away from the prying eyes of the city, my worried friends, and the ever-looming shadow of Eleanor. We chose a luxury family resort in the mountains, a place with crisp air, sprawling forests, and a stunning glass-walled restaurant on a rooftop terrace overlooking the peaks.For three days, it was perfect. We were just a young family on vacation. We went for long walks with Isabella in a carrier on Damien’s chest. We built a fort out of pillows in our suite. We ate room service in our robes, laughing like teenagers.On our last night, we left Isabella with the resort’s certified nanny service and had a romantic dinner at the rooftop restaurant. The setting sun painted the sky in shades of orange and p

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Chapter 39

THE KEPT MAN(Damien's POV)I had been building a block tower with Isabella when my phone started vibrating incessantly. I ignored it at first, and focused on making her laugh. She was giggling almost tearing. But the vibration didn’t stop. A text from an old friend that I hadn’t heard from in years popped up on my screen. “Dude, nice shot! You still got the moves!” He ended it with a laughing emoji.My face scrunched up in confusion as I opened the news app.The world dropped out from under me at what I was seeing. There we were, Serena and I, frozen in our perfect kiss. But surrounding it was a hellscape of words. Whore. Trash. Cuckold. Beast in the sack.They were tearing Serena apart. They were reducing what we had to something cheap and dirty. My past, the meaningless encounters I’d had to numb the pain of my empty marriage, were being used as weapons against her. Women I barely remembered were giving quotes to tabloids, confirming that, yes, Damien Blackwood was a legendary lay

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Chapter 40

THE CAGE(Damien's POV)The silence stretched, thin and sharp as a razor wire. I watched the war rage in Serena’s eyes. Love against pragmatism, her heart against her head. The woman who believed in redemption versus the CEO who couldn’t afford a scandal.Finally, she spoke, her voice hollow with exhaustion. “I can’t… I can’t think right now. Everything is too loud. I need… I need time.”“Time for what?” I asked, my heart beating against my ribs.“To decide,” she whispered, not meeting my eyes. “To figure out how to fix this. Or if it can be fixed. I need a week. A week without you asking me what I’m thinking. A week without… this.” She gestured between us, at the charged, painful space that had once been filled with easy affection.The words were a rejection, but they weren’t a dismissal. She was giving me a stay of execution, not a pardon. A week to see if the storm would pass or if it would wash everything away.“Okay,” I said, the word tasting like ash. “A week.”I turned and left

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