Sebastian sat at his desk, scrolling through the news on his phone. He had expected headlines, but seeing Maya’s name splashed across the screen, tangled with his in scandal, stirred something sharp in his chest.
“Sources Confirm Maya Taylor’s Sudden Soft Spot for Billionaire Blake—Is She Sleeping with the Enemy?”
The photo beneath it showed Maya leaving his townhouse in his clothes, her face half-hidden but unmistakable. The story practically wrote itself—one he had engineered.
His office door swung open without a knock. Dan Harrington, his long-time lawyer and closest confidant, stepped in, holding a copy of the paper. He tossed it onto the desk.
“I see you’ve been busy,” Dan said, shutting the door behind him. His tone was neutral, but his expression was sharp
Sebastian didn’t look
