Chapter Fifty four

Damian.

I watched her leave and cursed. I felt strangled by helplessness.

How could i ever hope to make things right between us? She hated me, and she had every right to.

I turned to Tony, who had also watched Hope go, a frown etched on his face. “What brought you here in such a hurry?” I demanded.

Tony reached into the jacket of his suit and pulled out a folded newspaper. He tossed it onto the table in front of me . “This did.”

I opened it and immediately cursed in four languages. On the front page was a picture of Hope being carried by Tony on the day she had run from the apartment. Underneath were pictures of me and of Rosie with a story outlining the soap opera saga that highlighted every single facet of my relationship with Hope.

I threw the paper across the room with vicious force. “It had to be Rosie. None of my men would have spoken to the press.”

Tony nodded his agreement. “Since you had her arrested for her theft and her duplicity in keeping the ransom demands from yo