Damien’s POV
“Uh oh.”
Olivia’s voice cracked the air like a gunshot. Every buzzing phone, every typing finger, every frantic voice in the room froze.
I turned to her sharply, already bracing. “What the f**k do you mean uh oh?”
Her eyes stayed locked on the tablet in her hands, scanning, refreshing, her face tightening more with each second. Then she whispered the words that made my stomach lurch.
“Ellie’s going live.”
I froze. My pulse punched hard against my throat.
“She’s… what?”
“She’s going live. i********:. Right now. She says she’s going to reveal the truth.”
Panic shot down my spine like a blade. I knew exactly what she meant. What she wanted to do. And if she said it… if she spilled even one sentence against me, against the narrative against Mark…everything we fought for,
