Victor’s POV
The news reached me ,and it hit me like a fist to the chest that Damien was alive.
Five long years of building, planning, manipulating, and positioning every piece exactly where I wanted it, only for someone to walk into my office and calmly inform me that my brother’s son had returned as if death itself had simply forgotten to finish the job.
The family had mourned him, they had held a small quiet gathering in his name.
I had played the grieving uncle so perfectly that sometimes I almost believed my own performance.
Now, standing inside my study with the morning light filtering through the tall windows, I stared down at the manicured garden below while anger coiled violently inside my chest.
Damien was not supposed to exist inside any of those plans anymore.
He had be
