The morning sun broke over the skyline, soft rays spilling into the Damien household. For the first time in months, the mansion felt calm — no urgent messages, no strategy briefings, no crises lurking in inboxes. Just laughter, sunlight, and the steady rhythm of family life.May stretched, stepping into the kitchen where the aroma of fresh pastries and coffee greeted her. Damien was already there, casually dressed, flipping pancakes with a precision that could rival any executive presentation.“You make this look too easy,” May teased, grabbing a mug of coffee.Damien grinned. “Years of practice,” he replied, placing a perfectly golden pancake onto a plate and sliding it toward her. “You, on the other hand, just woke up.”May smiled, shaking her head, but she was still glowing from the quiet satisfaction of the last few weeks. Caldwell’s empire had been dismantled without a spectacle, their alliance with Vela and Meridian fully operational, and now, finally, they had space to breathe.
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