The ballroom sparkled with wealth. Crystal chandeliers cast soft light over a crowd dressed in expensive suits and gowns. Cameras flashed. Glasses clinked. Voices murmured in polite conversation.To everyone here, tonight was just another elite charity gala hosted by Moreau Holdings. But for Damon Moreau, tonight felt like standing on the edge of a cliff. His grip tightened around the glass of champagne he wasn’t drinking. Across the room, Luca stood near the balcony doors, looking like he didn’t belong in a room full of billionaires. He wore a simple black suit, no tie, and had dark hair falling slightly into his eyes. He looked calm. Too calm. Damon knew why. Because Luca was preparing to leave. Again. Damon felt it in his bones. Two hours earlier, Luca had stood in Damon’s office, his expression unreadable. “This isn’t working,” he had said quietly. Damon’s chest tightened at the memory. “What do you mean it’s not working?” Damon snapped. Luca exha
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