The soft glow of the VVIP ward dimmed against the quiet hum of monitors. Aria stirred, lashes fluttering as she fought her way out of the haze. When her eyes opened, Damian was already there, slouched in the chair by her bedside, blazer tossed carelessly over the armrest, shirt slightly wrinkled. He looked like he had not moved in hours.Her throat was dry, her voice barely above a whisper. “Damian?”His head shot up. Relief softened the sharpness in his eyes. He leaned closer, his hand instinctively reaching for hers. “You are awake.”Aria studied his face, the restless shadows under his eyes, the faint tremor in his touch. He looked nothing like the arrogant billionaire heir she thought she knew. He looked broken.“You stayed,” she murmured.“Of course I stayed,” he replied, his voice rough, almost raw. “Do you have any idea what you put me through? One second I am told you are fine, the next I hear you were rushed into surgery, and then… God, Aria, I thought I had lost you.”Her he
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