The air in the estate was thick with a tension that couldn’t be ignored, a heat that wasn’t just the lingering summer sun but something deeper, darker, and irrevocable. Every step I took, every breath I drew, reminded me that the twins were gone. My body ached from the loss, not only for them but for the part of me that had hoped for a future I could never reclaim. Yet even in that grief, an inescapable pull toward Damian remained, stronger than ever. He was already waiting in the main hall, older and imposing, his frame a constant shield. He didn’t speak as I approached, but the weight of his presence pressed against my chest. It was demanding, possessive, like he was already claiming me before the words had a chance to leave my lips. I stopped a few feet away, heart hammering. The estate
