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Victor’s office occupied the entire top floor of the Voss Holdings building—floor-to-ceiling glass, dark wood, the quiet authority of a man who had built something lasting. Damien had been in this room a hundred times over the years. Board meetings. Late-night strategy sessions. Celebratory drinks after deals closed. It had always felt like neutral ground. Today it felt like a courtroom. Victor stood behind his desk when Damien entered, jacket off, shirtsleeves rolled up, the three printed photographs laid out in a neat row on the polished surface like evidence. He didn’t offer a handshake. He didn’t offer a seat. Damien closed the door and waited. For a long moment the only sound was the low hum of the city far below. Victor picked up the middle photograph—the one of the elevator—and held it up. “How long?” Damien’s voice came out steady. “Since the night of your birthday.” Victor’s laugh was short and humorless. He set the photo down carefully, as if sudden movement might m

The drive to the Voss estate was silent. Elara sat in the passenger seat of Damien’s car with her hands clasped tightly in her lap, watching the familiar streets slide past. She had showered and changed into jeans and a soft sweater, but she still felt marked—by his mouth, his hands, the way he had spent the night claiming every inch of her like he was trying to rewrite the six days they had lost. Damien’s hand rested on her thigh the entire way, thumb stroking absently, as if he needed the contact to keep himself grounded. Neither of them spoke about what waited at the end of the drive. Victor opened the front door himself before they reached it. He looked older than he had a week ago. The usual easy warmth was gone, replaced by something measured and exhausted. His eyes moved from Damien’s face to Elara’s, then to the place where Damien’s hand rested at the small of her back. Something flickered there—pain, resignation, a reluctant understanding. “Come in,” he said. They follo

The story broke at 6:12 a.m. on a Thursday. By 7:00 a.m. it was everywhere. *Billionaire Damien Cross and the Daughter of His Best Friend — Age Gap Affair Exposed* The headline was accompanied by the same three photographs Julian had weaponized: the car, the elevator kiss, Elara leaving at dawn. Within an hour the piece had been picked up by larger sites. By mid-morning, variations of the story were circulating through every social circle that mattered in the city. The comments sections were predictable and vicious. Predatory. Midlife crisis. Gold digger. The usual cruelty dressed up as moral concern. Damien’s phone would not stop. Board members. Old colleagues. Two charity foundations requesting “clarification of his continued involvement.” Serena Vale sent a single text that simply read *I tried to warn you* before she blocked his number. Marcus, his right-hand man, called three times before Damien finally answered and gave the only instruction that mattered. “No comment. Not

The heavy oak door of her father’s study clicked shut behind Aurora Sinclair, leaving her heart hammering in the dimly lit hallway. The mansion was quiet tonight, but the air felt charged, thick with the scent of aged whiskey, cigar smoke, and something far more dangerous. Jax Draven. He stood at the end of the corridor like a shadow given form — tall, broad-shouldered, and radiating raw power. His black shirt was rolled up to his elbows, revealing corded forearms marked with old scars. Those piercing grey eyes locked onto her instantly, dark and unreadable. Rory’s breath caught. She shouldn’t be here. She should be upstairs preparing for another tedious dinner with her fiancé, Julian Voss. But her feet moved toward Jax anyway, as if pulled by an invisible chain. “You shouldn’t be wandering alone this late, Rory,” Jax said, his voice low and rough. He didn’t move as she approached, but his jaw tightened. “I couldn’t sleep.” She stopped just inches away, close enough to feel the

Rory’s hands trembled slightly as she smoothed down her elegant cream-colored dress. The high neckline successfully hid most of Jax’s marks, but every time the fabric brushed against her skin, she remembered his mouth, his teeth, his hands claiming her. She hated how much she craved more. The front doors opened and Julian Voss stepped inside like he already owned the place. Tall, impeccably dressed in a tailored navy suit, with sharp features and cold blue eyes. He was handsome in a polished, almost artificial way. Everything about him screamed wealth and control. “Darling,” Julian said smoothly, taking her hand and pressing a dry kiss to her knuckles. “You look beautiful as always.” Rory forced a smile. “Julian. I wasn’t expecting you until this evening.” “I rearranged my schedule. We have wedding details to finalize.” His grip on her hand tightened just a fraction too much. “Your father wants this alliance sealed quickly.” From the corner of the hallway, Rory felt the burn of