His Ruin Her Crown
Damian said, voice dropping low, steady despite everything unraveling around them, "I intend to give you both. The protection he wanted for you, and everything else that's grown between us since, whether either of us planned for it or not."
Elena's throat tightened, grief and something warmer colliding in her chest all at once. Before she could find words to answer him, the study door opened without a knock, and one of the household staff stepped inside, pale, breathless, clearly having run the length of the house to deliver whatever news had chased her there.
"Sir," the woman said, "you need to see the morning edition before it goes to print. Someone's leaked a story to the press tonight. A