THE CHOICE
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The gala ended in chaos.
Guests who had arrived expecting champagne, music, and business conversations were now gathered in small groups, whispering about the scandal that had unfolded on the giant screen.
Reporters crowded the exits.
Cameras flashed continuously.
Questions were shouted from every direction.
“Mr. Blackwood, did you destroy Mercer Development?”
“Is Adrian Mercer alive?”
“Who is the woman in the photograph?”
“Are you really engaged?”
“Did Blackwood Holdings manipulate the acquisition?”
Damian ignored every question.
His security team formed a wall around him and Amara.
His hand remained firmly around hers.
He didn't release her until they reached the private elevator.
The doors closed.
Silence.
Amara leaned against the wall.
Her breathing was uneven.
Damian stood opposite her.
For once, neither of them knew what to say.
The elevator descended.
Five floors.
Four.
Three.
Two.
Amara finally spoke.
“Did you know Adrian was going to do that?”
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
She nodded.
“Okay.”
Damian studied her.
“You don't believe me.”
“I do.”
“Then why did you ask?”
“Because I'm scared.”
His expression softened.
“Of me?”
“No.”
She looked at him.
“Of everything.”
Damian moved closer.
“You don't have to be afraid.”
She gave a small laugh.
“That's easy for you to say.”
“No.”
His voice was quiet.
“It's not.”
She looked at him.
Damian took a breath.
“I've spent years thinking I could control everything.”
The elevator continued downward.
“Money.”
“People.”
“Business.”
“Reputation.”
He looked at her.
“I was wrong.”
Amara stared.
“You're admitting that?”
“Yes.”
She smiled faintly.
“Maybe the world really is ending.”
His lips twitched.
“There it is.”
“What?”
“That smile.”
Amara's expression softened.
“You looked like you needed it.”
The elevator doors opened.
Damian held out his hand.
“Come.”
She took it.
---
Outside the building, the night air was cold.
Security surrounded them as they approached the car.
Amara stopped before getting inside.
“Damian.”
He turned.
“Yes?”
“Where are we going?”
“Home.”
“Your home?”
“Yes.”
She hesitated.
“Why?”
“Because it's secure.”
She looked at the security team.
“And my brother?”
“Noah is already there.”
Relief crossed her face.
“Thank God.”
Damian opened the car door.
She got in.
He followed.
The moment the door closed, Amara looked at him.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Yes.”
“Why did Adrian say he wanted me?”
Damian's jaw tightened.
“Because you're important to me.”
She swallowed.
“And that makes me a target.”
“Yes.”
Silence.
Then she asked softly,
“Do you regret loving me?”
Damian turned toward her.
The question seemed to hit him unexpectedly.
“No.”
“Even now?”
“Especially now.”
Her heart skipped.
He continued.
“I regret that my past put you in danger.”
“But not loving me?”
His eyes remained on hers.
“Never.”
Amara looked away.
The words were too much.
Too honest.
Too real.
---
When they arrived at Damian's penthouse, Noah was waiting.
The moment he saw Amara, he stood.
“You're okay.”
She smiled.
“Yes.”
He looked at Damian.
“Are you?”
Damian removed his jacket.
“I'm fine.”
Noah raised an eyebrow.
“You don't look fine.”
“I didn't ask.”
Amara laughed quietly.
Noah smiled.
Then his expression became serious.
“What happens now?”
Damian looked at him.
“Security is staying here tonight.”
Noah frowned.
“Why?”
“Because Adrian knows where you live.”
The room became quiet.
Noah nodded slowly.
“Okay.”
Amara walked toward him.
“We'll figure this out.”
Noah looked at her.
“You promise?”
She smiled.
“I promise.”
Damian watched them.
Something warm settled in his chest.
Family.
The word felt strange.
He had spent years thinking family meant the Blackwood name.
The company.
The estate.
The legacy.
Now he understood.
Family could also be a woman who challenged him every day.
A young man who wasn't related to him but whom he wanted to protect.
And perhaps—
the child he hadn't yet realized would soon change his entire world.
---
Later that night, Amara sat alone on the balcony.
The city stretched beneath her.
She wrapped her arms around herself.
The gala replayed in her mind.
The photographs.
The accusations.
Adrian's face.
Damian standing in front of her.
She heard footsteps.
Damian joined her.
He carried two cups.
He handed one to her.
“Tea.”
She looked at it.
“You remembered.”
“You like it.”
She smiled.
“Thank you.”
He leaned against the railing.
For several moments, they simply watched the city.
Then Amara spoke.
“Tell me everything.”
Damian looked at her.
“Everything?”
“About Mercer Development.”
He was silent.
“You don't have to protect me from the truth.”
“I know.”
“Then tell me.”
Damian sighed.
“When I took over Blackwood Holdings, I was young.”
“How young?”
“Twenty-eight.”
Amara's eyebrows rose.
“That is young.”
“I didn't think so.”
“You probably thought you knew everything.”
“I did.”
She smiled.
“Obviously.”
He ignored her.
“Blackwood Holdings was expanding aggressively. Mercer Development owned land we needed.”
“You wanted to buy it.”
“Yes.”
“They refused.”
“Yes.”
“What happened after?”
Damian looked at the city.
“My executives began pushing harder.”
“And you?”
“I allowed it.”
Amara waited.
“One of my executives manipulated financial information.”
He paused.
“Mercer's investors panicked.”
“The company collapsed.”
“Yes.”
“And you bought it.”
“Yes.”
Amara's expression became sad.
“You knew something was wrong.”
“Not immediately.”
“But eventually.”
“Yes.”
“And you stayed quiet.”
Damian looked down.
“Yes.”
She was silent.
He looked at her.
“Say it.”
“What?”
“What you're thinking.”
Amara sighed.
“I think you made a terrible decision.”
His expression didn't change.
“I did.”
“But I also think you're not the same man you were then.”
He looked at her.
“How do you know?”
“Because the man I know would fight the entire world to protect someone he loves.”
His eyes softened.
“And that's a good thing?”
“Sometimes.”
She smiled.
“Sometimes it's terrifying.”
He almost laughed.
“Fair.”
---
The next morning, Blackwood Holdings' stock dropped.
Then dropped again.
By noon, several investors had demanded an emergency board meeting.
By two o'clock, newspapers were publishing stories about the Mercer scandal.
By three, social media was filled with accusations.
Damian walked into the boardroom at exactly four.
Every director was already seated.
His grandfather was there.
Mr. Harris stood near the door.
Damian took his seat.
“Let's begin.”
One director immediately spoke.
“This is a disaster.”
Damian looked at him.
“Thank you for your observation.”
Another director leaned forward.
“The company is losing investors.”
“I know.”
“We need a public statement.”
“We'll make one.”
“And perhaps you should temporarily step down as CEO.”
Silence.
Damian looked at him.
“No.”
The director frowned.
“You can't be serious.”
“I am.”
“This is bigger than you.”
Damian leaned back.
“Blackwood Holdings is my responsibility.”
“You are the reason this is happening.”
Damian's expression became cold.
“I know.”
The room fell silent.
He continued.
“But I will not run from it.”
His grandfather watched him carefully.
Damian placed several documents on the table.
“These are the original Mercer acquisition records.”
The directors looked at one another.
One of them frowned.
“What are you doing?”
“Showing the truth.”
He slid another document forward.
“This is evidence of the manipulation that occurred.”
Another director stared.
“You have proof?”
“Yes.”
“Why haven't you released this?”
Damian's eyes hardened.
“Because it would expose people who were involved.”
“And now?”
“Now I don't care.”
His grandfather's eyes softened.
Damian continued.
“If Blackwood Holdings survives, it will survive honestly.”
The boardroom became silent.
Then—
A director stood.
“You're risking everything.”
Damian looked at him.
“I already know what it feels like to lose everything.”
He stood.
“But I'm not going to lose myself trying to protect a name.”
---
Outside the boardroom, his grandfather waited.
“You finally understand.”
Damian stopped.
“Understand what?”
“That a family legacy isn't a building.”
Damian looked at him.
“It is the choices you make when protecting it becomes difficult.”
Damian said nothing.
His grandfather smiled faintly.
“You're becoming like your father.”
Damian's expression softened.
“I don't know if that's good.”
“It is.”
---
That evening, Amara received an unexpected visitor.
She opened the door.
Elias stood outside.
She froze.
“Elias?”
He smiled faintly.
“I heard what happened.”
“I'm okay.”
“I know.”
His eyes moved toward the security guards.
“Apparently everyone is making sure of that.”
Amara stepped outside.
“Why are you here?”
“I wanted to check on you.”
“I'm fine.”
“I can see that.”
He hesitated.
“Amara…”
She looked at him.
“I know things have changed.”
Her expression softened.
“Elias.”
“I know you care about him.”
She didn't answer.
He smiled sadly.
“You don't have to say it.”
“I don't want to hurt you.”
“You didn't.”
“But—”
“I knew.”
He looked toward the city.
“I've known for a while.”
Amara became quiet.
“You deserve someone who makes you happy.”
Elias smiled.
“I wanted that person to be me.”
Her heart tightened.
“But…”
He looked at her.
“But it's not.”
Amara lowered her eyes.
Elias nodded.
“I'll always care about you.”
“Elias…”
“Don't.”
He smiled.
“Let me keep my dignity.”
She laughed softly through the emotion.
“Okay.”
He stepped back.
“Take care of yourself.”
“I will.”
He looked toward the penthouse.
“And take care of him too.”
Amara smiled.
“I'll try.”
Elias nodded.
Then he walked away.
---
Damian watched from the balcony.
He had seen Elias leave.
When Amara returned inside, she found Damian standing in the living room.
“You saw him?”
“Yes.”
“You could have come downstairs.”
“I didn't want to interrupt.”
Amara smiled.
“You were jealous.”
“No.”
“You were.”
“No.”
“Damian.”
He stared at her.
“I don't like him.”
She laughed.
“He's nice.”
“That's the problem.”
She walked closer.
“Are you threatened by him?”
“No.”
“Liar.”
Damian sighed.
“He knows you better than I did.”
Amara became quiet.
“He grew up with you.”
“Yes.”
“He has memories with you.”
“Yes.”
“He was there before me.”
“Yes.”
She stepped closer.
“But he's not here now.”
Damian looked at her.
“Why?”
“Because I chose you.”
His expression softened.
“Why?”
Amara smiled.
“Because you're difficult.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“That's your reason?”
“No.”
She touched his hand.
“Because you make me feel things I never expected.”
He looked down at their hands.
“I don't know how to do this.”
“Do what?”
“Love someone.”
Amara's heart softened.
“You're learning.”
“I'm afraid I'll ruin it.”
“Then don't stop trying.”
He looked at her.
She smiled.
“You don't have to become perfect.”
“What if I hurt you?”
“Then I'll tell you.”
“And if I don't listen?”
“I'll leave.”
His expression tightened.
She squeezed his hand.
“But I don't think you want that.”
“No.”
“Then listen.”
Damian nodded.
“I will.”
---
That night, while Amara slept, Damian stood alone in his study.
His laptop displayed financial records.
His phone contained dozens of missed calls.
The board was preparing for another meeting.
Investors were panicking.
The media was demanding answers.
And Adrian Mercer was still somewhere in the shadows.
Then a new email appeared.
Damian opened it.
There was no subject.
Only one attachment.
A photograph.
Damian stared.
It showed his mother.
Alive.
Young.
Standing beside a man Damian had never seen before.
His blood ran cold.
Beneath the photograph was one sentence.
YOU THINK YOU KNOW WHY YOUR PARENTS DIED?
Damian stopped breathing.
Another message appeared.
ASK YOUR GRANDFATHER.
Damian immediately stood.
His chair fell backward.
For the first time in years, genuine fear crossed his face.
His parents' deaths had always been the one subject nobody questioned.
An accident.
A tragedy.
Something that happened years ago.
But now—
someone was telling him it wasn't an accident.
Damian looked toward the bedroom where Amara was sleeping.
Then at the photograph again.
His past had just opened another door.
And behind it was a secret far darker than Mercer Development.
A secret that could change everything Damian believed about his family.
And perhaps—
everything he believed about himself.
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