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Julian’s POVI came here for more than one reason. First was Aviellie. Damien might act like he has everything under control, but I know him. He won’t rest until he’s sure they are fine. The second was Evelyn. With everything going on, I needed to see if she was holding up or just pretending. And then… there was Sophia.My long lost... complicationAnd when I say long lost, I mean college days. The kind of love that doesn’t leave you even when it should. She walked away back then without giving me a reason, and somehow, years later, I find her again… and she looks at me like I’m a stranger. I still haven’t decided if she truly doesn’t remember or she’s just avoiding me.I knocked.“Come in,” her voice came from inside.The door opened and Evelyn stepped out. She looked fine. Too fine. The kind of fine people wear when things are not fine at all. We exchanged greetings briefly, and she walked past me like she had somew

Damien’s POV“You will what?” Charles asked slowly, like he needed time to process each word before responding to it.He had been leaning back casually a moment ago, one leg crossed over the other like this was just another conversation he could joke his way through, but now he stilled mid-breath, the ease draining out of him in real time. Julian didn’t move much, but his eyes was on me.“Sign my shares to you,” I repeated, my tone steady, unhurried, leaving no space for misinterpretation.For a second, Charles let out a laugh, but it wasn’t amusement, it was disbelief dressed up as humor, “You’re joking.”I met his gaze without flinching. “Do I look like I’m joking?”The question landed exactly where it was meant to. He studied my face, searching, scanning, waiting for a crack, for anything that suggested this was impulse, anger, or worse, weakness. He didn’t find any. The faint amusement disappeared completely, repl

Allen POV Watching my brother make that foolish choice brought a deep sense of satisfaction to my heart. I knew he would claim the child. Of course, he would. The idiot never could resist playing the hero. The sound of heels clicking against the marble floor pulled my attention toward the entrance. Micah walked in wearing one of her signature short dresses, the kind that barely reached mid-thigh and clung to every curve like a second skin. Her fresh, smooth legs glowed under the warm lighting, and the moment I caught sight of them, a surge of raw hunger hit me hard. I wanted to bend her over the desk and take her right there, no questions asked. “Baby,” she sang softly, a bright smile lighting up her face as she approached me. She leaned down and kissed me deeply, her lips tasting like cherries and sin. Without waiting for an invitation, she dropped onto my lap, her soft ass pressing firmly against my growing bulge. In her manicured ha

Damien’s POV “Colt, have you gotten what I asked you to find out?” I asked as soon as I stepped into the house, my voice calm in a way that didn’t match the restlessness sitting deep in my chest. One of the maids greeted me on her way past, but I stopped her before she could leave. “Is Evelyn home?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer before she spoke. “No, boss. She hasn’t been home for a while now.” I nodded, dismissing her quietly, but my eyes lingered on the empty space ahead of me. This house had started to feel unfamiliar in a way I couldn’t explain. Everything was exactly where it should be, yet nothing felt right. It felt like I had come back to a place that still carried her presence but refused to give me her. I used to walk into this house and feel something settle in me, something steady, like no matter how chaotic the world outside got, this place remained mine. Now it felt like I was standing in a space that be

Evelyn POVIt had been days since I stepped foot into that house. Not until I understand exactly what game Damien is playing and why every move he makes feels like it is aimed straight at me. I refused to walk back into a place that felt like a battlefield disguised as a home. Not when everything around me was already collapsing in slow motion.The conference table in front of me was a mess of files, projections, and rejected proposals. Numbers that used to make sense now looked like they were written in a different language. Every report told the same story in different ways. Decline. Loss. Pressure. The kind of pressure that doesn’t break you instantly but chips at you until you start doubting your own decisions.Aveillie & Co was bleeding.And the worst part was not the losses. It was where they were going.Straight into Blackthorne.I tightened my grip on the file in my hand, my jaw clenching as I flipped through