One day, Elena stood by the glass window of Cross Industries’ top floor, staring down at the city that glimmered like a web of secrets. The sunlight touched the towers gently, but she felt none of its warmth. Her reflection in the window looked composed—impeccably dressed, calm—but inside her, the storm she’d been holding back was breaking loose.The gala from the night before replayed in her head—Vivienne’s smug smirk, the whispers from the board members, and, worst of all, the unreadable expression on Damian’s face when Julian Crane had made that cryptic remark: “Some masks are stitched too tight, even love can’t tear them off.”Elena couldn’t ignore it anymore. There was something Damian was hiding—something darker than pride or pain.She turned when the door clicked open. Adrian entered, his tie slightly loose, exhaustion evident in his eyes. “Mrs. Cross,” he said quietly, “Mr. Cross just arrived from the harbor site. He asked for you in his private office.”Her heart jumped. “Did
最終更新日 : 2025-10-17 続きを読む