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Sienna’s pulse thundered in her ears. “Someone else?” she echoed, trying to make sense of Damian’s words. “Who? We thought it was Ava.”Damian stood at the window, his back rigid, hands clenched into fists at his sides. “Ava was the beginning,” he said, voice low and controlled, but there was an undercurrent of rage Sienna recognized all too well. “Someone helped her. Someone with deeper connections.”Sienna’s mind raced. “But Ava’s gone. She’s in custody. Who else would—”“An investor,” Damian cut in. “A former one. I had suspicions before, but now… now I’m certain.” He turned to her, his gaze steely. “His name is Victor Marcellos.”Sienna’s stomach knotted. She’d heard of Victor. He was a name whispered in business circles with a mixture of awe and fear. A man who’d clawed his way to the top, ruthless and without mercy.“Why would he come after you?” she asked carefully, though a sick feeling told her she already knew.Damian’s jaw tightened. “I cut him out of a major deal six m

The roar of the helicopter blades was deafening as they lifted off the private island. Sienna held Julian close, shielding his ears with her hands while Damian sat opposite her, strapped in and staring out into the dark horizon.His jaw was tight, his expression unreadable, but his hand rested briefly on her knee—a small gesture, grounding her as much as it reassured him.They flew in tense silence. It wasn’t until they were miles away from the island, heading toward the mainland airstrip, that Sienna allowed herself to breathe. The night sky stretched out around them, offering no comfort, only more uncertainty.“Are you okay?” Damian’s voice was low, but it cut through the thrum of the engine.Sienna nodded, though she wasn’t sure she believed herself. “I will be.”He studied her for a moment longer, then gave a curt nod. “We’re going home.”The word “home” lingered in her mind, foreign but somehow comforting. Could she ever think of London that way again? Or anywhere?She glanced do

Damian sat at the head of the long conference table in his private office, his fingers steepled, his sharp blue gaze scanning the faces before him. These were not his usual board members or executives. These men and women were shadows—operatives from his private security network, people he had employed years ago but never thought he’d need again.Until now.Victor had crossed a line. And Damian wasn’t going to wait for him to strike again.“We have two objectives,” Damian said, his voice like steel. “First, neutralize Victor’s access points—his people, his resources, his ability to move freely. Second, I want his weaknesses exposed. If he has debts, alliances, dirty deals, I want them. We use everything we find.”Heads nodded around the table. His team was silent, disciplined. They didn’t need pep talks. They needed targets.A woman at the far end of the table spoke first. Her name was Mia, a former intelligence agent who now ran Damian’s private security arm. “We’ve already identifie

The grand ballroom of the Cavendish Hotel was an ocean of elegance and opulence. Crystal chandeliers sparkled above like stars, illuminating the elite of New York as they sipped champagne and exchanged pleasantries. The annual Cavendish Charity Gala was in full swing—a night designed to display power, wealth, and benevolence.But beneath the polished surface, tension crackled like an exposed wire.Damian stood near the entrance, dressed in a tailored black tuxedo, his piercing blue gaze sweeping over the crowd. He wasn’t here for charity tonight. He was hunting.Victor Langston was out there. Somewhere. Damian could feel it.He adjusted the cuff of his jacket, glancing briefly toward the staircase. Sienna was upstairs with Julian, waiting for his signal. They were under strict protection, two of his best operatives stationed outside their suite.He wouldn’t take chances.Mia approached, her expression as hard as steel. “Security is tight. No signs of Victor yet.”“He’ll be here,” Dami

The sun was beginning to rise over the Manhattan skyline, but there was no peace inside Cavendish Tower. Sienna sat on the edge of the king-size bed, her arms wrapped tightly around Julian, who had finally fallen asleep against her chest.She watched his little chest rise and fall, brushing his dark hair away from his forehead. There was a faint bruise on his arm from the scuffle, and it made her heart twist painfully.Damian stood nearby, silent. He hadn’t left their side since they’d gotten back to the penthouse. His normally pristine shirt was wrinkled, a smear of dried blood on his sleeve—Victor’s blood.Sienna finally looked up at him. His blue eyes met hers, dark with exhaustion but sharp with something deeper. Regret. Anger. Fear.“I’m taking you both out of the city,” he said quietly.Sienna’s stomach clenched. “And go where?”“I have a place. Somewhere they won’t find us.” His tone left no room for argument.She swallowed hard. “What about your business? Your empire?”Damian’