đč Damien đčThe knock on the door was sharp and urgent. Who could that be, at this early hour of the day.I was already expecting bad news. It always came when things felt too quiet.Pulling the door open, I found one of my men standing there, his face grim. âSir, Victoria sent a message. Itâs urgent.âBehind me, Aurora tensed at the mention of her name.I took the sealed envelope from him, tore it open, and scanned the words. My grip tightened.âSheâs summoning us.â My voice was cold. âApparently, she wants to âdiscussâ Reynolds Pharmaceuticals.âAurora stood from the couch, her arms crossed. âYou donât think sheâll try anything, do you?âI met her gaze. âVictoria doesnât call unless sheâs already set a trap.âAurora frowned. âThen why go?âI exhaled, already irritated by this game Victoria was playing. âBecause avoiding her gives her power. And Iâm done playing by her rules.âShe hesitated, then stepped closer. âIâm going with you.ââNo.ââYes.ââAuroraââShe lifted her chin, refu
đč Damien đčThe knock on the door was sharp and urgent. Who could that be, at this early hour of the day.I was already expecting bad news. It always came when things felt too quiet.Pulling the door open, I found one of my men standing there, his face grim. âSir, Victoria sent a message. Itâs urgent.âBehind me, Aurora tensed at the mention of her name.I took the sealed envelope from him, tore it open, and scanned the words. My grip tightened.âSheâs summoning us.â My voice was cold. âApparently, she wants to âdiscussâ Reynolds Pharmaceuticals.âAurora stood from the couch, her arms crossed. âYou donât think sheâll try anything, do you?âI met her gaze. âVictoria doesnât call unless sheâs already set a trap.âAurora frowned. âThen why go?âI exhaled, already irritated by this game Victoria was playing. âBecause avoiding her gives her power. And Iâm done playing by her rules.âShe hesitated, then stepped closer. âIâm going with you.ââNo.ââYes.ââAuroraââShe lifted her chin, refu
đč Damien đčThe knock on the door was sharp and urgent. Who could that be, at this early hour of the day.I was already expecting bad news. It always came when things felt too quiet.Pulling the door open, I found one of my men standing there, his face grim. âSir, Victoria sent a message. Itâs urgent.âBehind me, Aurora tensed at the mention of her name.I took the sealed envelope from him, tore it open, and scanned the words. My grip tightened.âSheâs summoning us.â My voice was cold. âApparently, she wants to âdiscussâ Reynolds Pharmaceuticals.âAurora stood from the couch, her arms crossed. âYou donât think sheâll try anything, do you?âI met her gaze. âVictoria doesnât call unless sheâs already set a trap.âAurora frowned. âThen why go?âI exhaled, already irritated by this game Victoria was playing. âBecause avoiding her gives her power. And Iâm done playing by her rules.âShe hesitated, then stepped closer. âIâm going with you.ââNo.ââYes.ââAuroraââShe lifted her chin, refu
đč Aurora đč The tension from Victoriaâs threat still lingered, thick as smoke. Damien didnât bring it up again. Neither did I. Instead, we drove in silence, the morning sun casting long shadows across the road. My fingers still tingled from the brief kiss I had given him, and my heart pounded against my ribsânot from fear, but from something far more dangerous. I hadnât planned to do it. It just happened. And now, I had no idea what he was thinking. Damien kept his eyes on the road, his grip firm on the wheel, his expression unreadable. No reaction. No teasing smirk. No reprimand. Just silence. I stole a glance at him. The sunlight illuminated the sharp lines of his face, making it impossible to decipher his thoughts. Fine. Two could play that game. I turned my gaze back to the road, crossing my arms. If he wanted to act like nothing had happened, then I wasnât going to be the one to bring it up. When we pulled into the estate, Damien killed the engine and sat there for a mom
đč Damien đčThe morning had been quiet. Too quiet.Aurora had spent most of it in the kitchen, surprising the staff and herself with how easily she fit into the estateâs daily rhythm. I hadnât expected to see her like thatâat ease, laughing, throwing a damn piece of bread at me.She was settling in.And that should have been a problem.Instead, it was the only thing keeping me from putting a fist through the nearest wall.Because today, I was going to face my father.The hallway leading to Bryan Sterlingâs study was longer than I remembered, or maybe it just felt that way now. The walls, lined with portraits of ancestors I didnât care about, watched me like silent judges.I shoved open the heavy oak doors without knocking.Bryan Sterling sat behind his mahogany desk, his graying hair perfectly in place, his posture as composed as ever. A man who had built an empire on control. On power.He looked up, his eyes sharp, assessing. âDamien.âI closed the door behind me with more force tha
đč Aurora đčSomething was wrong.I knew it the moment Damien walked back into the estate.His stride was controlledâtoo controlled. His jaw was tight, his fingers flexing at his sides like he was restraining himself from breaking something.The few staff members in the hall quickly stepped aside, sensing the storm brewing beneath his carefully composed exterior. He didnât acknowledge them. He didnât acknowledge me, either, as he passed.He just kept walking.Straight to his office.I hesitated, watching the door swing shut behind him.I should leave him alone.I knew that.But my feet moved before I could stop myself.I knocked once. No response.I knocked again, harder this time.Still nothing.I exhaled and pushed the door open.Damien stood by the window, his back to me, shoulders tense as he stared out at the estate grounds.For a moment, he didnât react. Then, without turning around, he said, âGo away, Aurora.âHis voice was low. Rough.I ignored him and closed the door behind m
đč Damien đčI waited until Aurora left before moving.The moment the door shut behind her, I pulled out my phone and dialed a number I hadnât used in a long time.It rang twice before a familiar voice answered.âDamien. Didnât think Iâd hear from you again.ââSpare me the pleasantries, Logan,â I muttered, running a hand through my hair. âI need information.âLogan chuckled. âAnd here I thought you only called to check in on old friends.ââWe were never friends.ââOuch.â He didnât sound offended in the slightest. âAlright, what do you need?âI hesitated, choosing my words carefully. âI want everything you can dig up on Bryan Sterlingâs movements for the last twenty-five years. His business dealings, his private arrangements, anyone heâs worked with in the shadows.âThere was a pause on the other end.âYouâre serious.ââI wouldnât be calling if I wasnât.âLogan sighed. âYou know this isnât the kind of thing people just hand over, right? If Sterling catches wind of thisâââIâll handle
đč Damien đčI waited until Aurora left before moving.The moment the door shut behind her, I pulled out my phone and dialed a number I hadnât used in a long time.It rang twice before a familiar voice answered.âDamien. Didnât think Iâd hear from you again.ââSpare me the pleasantries, Logan,â I muttered, running a hand through my hair. âI need information.âLogan chuckled. âAnd here I thought you only called to check in on old friends.ââWe were never friends.ââOuch.â He didnât sound offended in the slightest. âAlright, what do you need?âI hesitated, choosing my words carefully. âI want everything you can dig up on Bryan Sterlingâs movements for the last twenty-five years. His business dealings, his private arrangements, anyone heâs worked with in the shadows.âThere was a pause on the other end.âYouâre serious.ââI wouldnât be calling if I wasnât.âLogan sighed. âYou know this isnât the kind of thing people just hand over, right? If Sterling catches wind of thisâââIâll handle
đč Aurora đčThe weight of betrayal sat heavy on my chest.The past few days had been a whirlwind of chaosâpublic backlash, financial losses, and desperate damage control. Every time we thought we had a grip on the situation, something new surfaced, threatening to pull us under.And now, standing in Damienâs penthouse, I could feel the walls closing in on us.Across from me, Damien was seated at his desk, his face illuminated by the glow of his laptop screen. His jaw was set, his fingers moving swiftly over the keyboard as he analyzed the latest reports on Reynolds Pharmaceuticals.âThis isnât just a smear campaign,â he muttered. âCaldwell knows exactly where to strike.âI crossed my arms, pacing the room. âBecause someone is feeding him information.âDamienâs fingers froze on the keys. He lifted his gaze to meet mine, his expression unreadable. âYou think thereâs a leak?âI swallowed hard. âI know there is.âThe things Caldwell had exposed werenât just public knowledge. He had target
đč Aurora đčThe city buzzed with whispers of scandal, but inside Reynolds Pharmaceuticals, the silence was suffocating.Aurora sat in her office, staring at the countless headlines flooding her screen. Every major news outlet had picked up the story, dissecting her familyâs legacy like vultures tearing into a fresh carcass.âReynolds Pharmaceuticals in Crisis: Allegations of Fraud SurfaceââHawthorne Biotechâs CEO Exposes Corporate CorruptionââAurora Reynolds and Damien Sterling: The Faces of a Dying Empire?âAurora clenched her jaw and scrolled through the articles, each one worse than the last. Every accusation, every leaked document, every carefully placed âanonymous sourceâ was designed to erode trust in Reynolds Pharmaceuticals.The worst part?This wasnât just corporate warfare. This was personal.Alistair Hawthorne wasnât just trying to dismantle the companyâhe was trying to ruin her family.And he was succeeding.A sharp knock at the door snapped her out of her thoughts. Dam
The morning the world turned against Reynolds Pharmaceuticals, Aurora knew something was wrong before she even saw the headlines.Her phone wouldnât stop buzzingâcalls from unknown numbers, frantic texts from colleagues, missed calls from Damien. The air in her penthouse felt thick with something unspoken, a warning whispering through the walls.Then she saw it.The headline was everywhere, plastered across news outlets, trending on social media:âReynolds Pharmaceuticals: A Legacy Built on Lies?âAuroraâs stomach twisted as she clicked on the article. The words on the screen blurred together in a haze of disbelief.Leaked documents suggest that Reynolds Pharmaceuticals has engaged in unethical drug trials, falsified reports, and concealed dangerous side effects of its best-selling medications. In an exposĂ© released by Hawthorne Biotechâs CEO, Alistair Hawthorne, the evidence is damning.Her hands clenched around her phone as she scrolled through the attached documentsâbank transactio
đč Damien đčThe drive to my fatherâs estate was silent, but the tension in the air was thick. Aurora sat beside me, her hands folded neatly in her lap, her expression unreadable. She wasnât resisting this time, wasnât pushing back the way she usually did. But I could see the storm brewing in her eyes.She was thinking. Processing. And I knew that whatever was going through her mind, it wasnât anything good.I reached over, resting a hand on her thigh. âYou donât have to come in.âShe turned to me, her gaze locking onto mine. âI want to.âI exhaled through my nose, gripping the steering wheel tighter. I wasnât sure what I was about to walk into with my father, but I knew it wouldnât be pleasant. Aurora didnât need to be here for it.But she was just as much a part of this as I was now.We arrived at the Sterling estate just as the sun began to set, casting long shadows over the perfectly manicured gardens. The guards let us through without question, and as I stepped out of the car, I
đč Damien đčThe first thing I noticed when I woke up was her.Aurora.Lying beside me, her body still tangled in the sheets, her soft breaths even and rhythmic.Her bare skin glowed under the dim morning light filtering through the massive windows, a stark contrast to the storm she had unleashed in me just hours ago.Iâd meant to be gentle with her. I really had.But she had pushed me, teased me with that defiant fire in her eyes, knowing damn well what it would do to me.And so, Iâd claimed her. Completely.My fingers traced slow circles on her exposed back, watching as she shifted slightly, her face pressing into the pillow. Even in sleep, she looked... at peace.The kind of peace I hadnât known in years.And yet, as I lay there, staring at her, a dull ache settled in my chest.Because peace wasnât something men like me could afford.And she had no idea what she was walking into.My fatherâs words from last night echoed in my mind."You think you can protect her from this world, Da
đč Aurora đčThe night air was thick with tension.As Damien and I stepped out of his fatherâs office, the weight of what we had just uncovered pressed down on me like a vice.Victor Sterling was not just a man who controlled powerâhe was power itself.His words lingered in my mind, laced with condescension and veiled threats."You think youâre in control? Youâre nothing but a pawn in a game you donât even understand."For the first time since I entered this world, I felt small.Insignificant.Like a thread in a carefully woven web of deception that stretched far beyond what I had imagined.Beside me, Damien was tense, his posture rigid as we walked down the grand hallway of the Sterling estate. He hadnât said a word since we left his fatherâs office, but his grip on my wrist was firm, his movements controlledâtoo controlled.I could feel the storm brewing inside him.And I knew it was only a matter of time before it exploded.We stepped outside into the cool night air, the silence b
đč Aurora đčThe city lights blurred as Damien sped through the streets, the black list burning in my lap. I gripped it tightly, as if holding it any looser would make it disappear, as if the truth inside it wasnât already seared into my mind.Our names were on it.I had never been naĂŻve enough to believe we were untouchable, but this was different. Seeing our names among men who had vanished, who had been silenced, sent a chill through my veins.Damien didnât speak. His fingers clenched around the steering wheel, his jaw tight with the kind of rage that simmered just beneath the surface. The kind that meant something dangerous was brewing.My stomach twisted. âWhat are we supposed to do now?âHis eyes didnât leave the road. âWe go to my father.âI snapped my head toward him. âAre you insane?ââNo.â His tone was clipped. âWe donât have a choice.âI let out a sharp breath. âVictor Sterling is part of this. He knew what was happening. You really think heâs just going to hand us the trut
đč Damien đčVincent Morelli leaned back in his chair, the dim light casting sharp shadows across his face. His smirk was gone now, replaced by something colderâsomething that told me we werenât just playing in dangerous waters.We were drowning in them.Aurora stood beside me, her fingers clenched into fists at her sides. She was good at hiding it, but I could feel her tension, the way her breath hitched when Morelli spoke, the way she stole a glance at me like she was waiting for my reaction.I didnât give her one.Instead, I kept my gaze locked on Morelli. âYou like games, donât you?â I said, my voice steady.His lips twitched. âOnly when I know Iâm winning.âI folded my arms. âThen tell us whatâs coming on June 18th. Because if you think weâre just going to sit back and let whatever happens destroy us, you donât know us very well.âMorelli chuckled, a slow, deliberate sound that sent a chill down my spine. âSee, thatâs the thing. You two werenât supposed to know about any of this
đč Aurora đčFor the first time in my life, I didnât feel like I belonged to my family.Everything I thought I knewâthe empire my father built, the legacy my parents spoke of, the marriage I had been forced intoâwas nothing but a carefully woven lie.And now, Damien and I were at the center of it.I sat on the couch in his penthouse, my fingers ghosting over the worn pages of the black book we had uncovered. Each name, each number, each carefully documented exchange was a piece of a puzzle I wasnât sure I wanted to solve.But we had no choice.I looked up to find Damien pacing in front of me, his expression carved from stone. He had always been unreadable, but now, there was something sharper in his eyes. Something dangerous.âThis is bigger than us,â I murmured, running my fingers over the inked pages. âThis is about control. About power that stretches far beyond our families.âDamien stopped pacing and looked at me. âExactly. And if we donât play this right, weâre going to be their