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"They didn't suit you." "They suited me just fine," Nova snapped. "They were mine." He finally turned, gaze cutting into her like a blade. "So is everything else in this house. Including you." "Is that what I am now?" Nova whispered. "An accessory?" "No," Damian said, standing now, drink abandoned. "You're not something I wear. You're something I protect." Nova backed away a step. "That's not protection. That's control." "You don't understand—"

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I had taken the fragile, hopeful creature I had become in that penthouse and strangled him with my own hands on a public street. The ghost of Serena’s touch on my hand was a brand. The image of her face in that final second, the hope extinguished, replaced by a devastation so complete that it stopped my heart, was seared onto the back of my eyelids. And I would see it forever. “You exhibited strength today, Damien,” Eleanor said, her voice no longer a frail whisper but the familiar, steel-edged command. She was already on her phone, her fingers flying across the screen. “Harrison, draft the press release. Effective immediately. And prepare the documents for the transfer of my controlling sha

“‘The respondent… retains full ownership of Voss Tower… all corporate holdings… the yacht… and… all primary investment portfolios…’” Her words faltered as Damian suddenly thrust harder, hitting a spot deep inside her that made her moan loudly. He pulled her down tighter against him, burying himself to the hilt. “Look at me,” he commanded, voice rough with lust and something darker... possession. Jessica’s eyes met his, glazed with overwhelming pleasure as she continued riding him, her hips moving in a slow, filthy rhythm. Damian’s hands slid up her body, cupping her bouncing breasts and squeezing them possessively as he spoke.

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And worse— We weren’t the first. I looked at the lock one last time. Then at the corridor. Then at the surrounding doors that had remained closed through everything. “They didn’t rush,” I said quietly. “They came in the morning. Took him. Cleaned it. Controlled the story.” Alex’s expression hardened. “That’s not damage control.” “No,” I replied. “That’s management.” Silence followed. Because that word— Changed everything. We walked back toward the car slowly. Each step heavier than the last. Not because we didn’t know what to do—

One person who needs to know exactly where this is going. But I don’t call her. Not yet. Because once I do— This becomes something else. Something more personal than it already is. Damien leans back slightly. “This isn’t about compliance anymore,” he says. “No.” “It’s controlled damage.” “Yes.” “And we’re reacting to it.” “For now.” He looks at me. “What’s the next move?”I don’t answer immediately. Because the truth isThere isn’t one yet. Not a clean one.Not a safe one. Only options that cost something.

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Close enough that I could feel the presence of him without being touched. “You want honesty?” he asked. “Yes.” “Then listen carefully.” My pulse picked up slightly. “Everything about that fire was controlled,” he said. “What people saw. What they believed. What they were allowed to question.” I swallowed, my throat dry. “And you were part of that?” “I was part of what came after.” That wasn’t a denial. “And what came after?” I pressed. “Damage control.” The words sat heavy between us. I searched his face again. “At what cost?”