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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

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

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 Sere

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

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