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THE ASHES OF A FOOL(Serena's POV)The silence that followed Damien’s whisper was not silent at all. It was filled with the roaring approval of the mob, the frantic clicking of cameras capturing my ruin, and the deafening shatter of my own heart breaking into a million irreparable pieces. The world did not slow down, it accelerated into a sickening blur of noise and light, with me trapped at its stagnant, horrifying center.I watched his hand release from mine. It wasn’t a gentle unclasping. It was an abandonment. The physical disconnect was so jarring that it felt like he’d severed a limb. The warmth of his skin was instantly replaced by the cold, judgmental air of the public square. My own hand hung in the space between us, useless and empty, a stark symbol of my profound miscalculation.He didn’t look at me. His eyes, once so full of a tenderness I thought was our secret, had glazed over. They were already looking through me, towards the open door of the black sedan, towards the gi

THE PUPPET CEO(Damien's POV)The next morning started badly, I must say. Victoria sat at the breakfast table with her coffee and newspapers spread out like a war general planning her next attack. Thankfully, Eleanor was not there. She was not a breakfast person."Good morning, brother," Victoria said, her smile cutting through me like a blade. "Did you sleep well? I hope you did not dream about your precious Serena."I sat down heavily. The maid put food in front of me, but my stomach churned. I wasn't even feeling hungry.Victoria laughed, the sound was sharp and cruel. "You should see the papers today," she said, holding up a newspaper. The front page had a big photo of Serena. She was walking out of a building, her face pale as winter snow, her eyes looking lost and hollow.The headline was bold. "DISCARDED MISTRESS LOSES LOVER TO FAMILY BUSINESS."My heart clenched painfully. "Look how shocked she looks," Victoria said, her laughter bubbling with malicious joy. "Poor little Seren

THE BREAKING POINT(Serena's POV)I stared at Elena's pale face, her words echoing in my head like a death sentence. Channel 7 News. Photos. Interview. The walls of my office felt like they were closing in on me, squeezing the air from my lungs."What did they say exactly?" I asked, my voice barely steady.Elena swallowed hard. "They want you to come in for an interview tonight. Live at eight o'clock. They said if you don't show up, they'll run the story anyway. With the photos."The photos. Those private moments with Damien that I thought belonged only to us. Now they would be everywhere. On every screen, every newspaper, every website. People would see me at my most vulnerable and judge me for it."How long do I have to decide?" I asked."They want an answer in thirty minutes," Elena said quietly.Jason looked up from his computer, his face grim. "Three more investors just pulled out. Miller Group, Davidson Holdings, and Fitzgerald Capital. That's another forty million gone."Each n

THE BROKEN MAN(Damien's POV)The ride back to the Blackwood mansion felt like a funeral procession. Eleanor sat beside me in the back of the luxury car, scrolling through her phone with the satisfaction of a general who had just won a decisive battle. Every few seconds, she would show me a new headline, a new social media post, a new comment tearing Serena apart."Look at this one," Eleanor said, holding up her phone. "CEO Serena Vaughn: From Boardroom to Bedroom Scandal. The media is having such fun with this."I stared out the window at the city lights, each one a reminder that somewhere out there, Serena was dealing with the aftermath of what I had helped create through my cowardice."And this," Eleanor continued, clearly enjoying herself. "Stock price down seventy percent in after hours trading. Her investors are fleeing like rats from a sinking ship."Each update felt like another nail in my coffin. I had destroyed the woman I loved, and now I had to sit here and listen to Elean

THE FINAL STAND(Serena's POV)Three days had passed since our decision to fight back, and those three days felt like three years. I had barely slept, barely eaten, barely left the office as we worked around the clock to gather evidence against Eleanor and try to save what remained of my company.Lucas had been our lifeline, digging through financial records, tracing money transfers, following digital breadcrumbs that might lead us to proof of Eleanor's corporate misconduct. His laptop never seemed to shut down, and his eyes were permanently bloodshot from staring at screens."I found something," he said suddenly, his voice cutting through the exhausted silence of our makeshift war room.We all rushed to his desk. Elena brought coffee that had gone cold hours ago, Jason abandoned his spreadsheets, and Adrian stopped pacing long enough to look over Lucas's shoulder."What is it?" I asked, my heart pounding with desperate hope.Lucas pointed to his screen, which showed a complex web of