The early morning light cut through the heavy curtains of their bedroom.
Celeste woke before Damien for once, tangled with him under the silk sheets, his arm draped protectively over her waist. For a fleeting second, she let herself enjoy it, the normalcy, the warmth.
Then her phone buzzed and the war roared back to life.
Celeste slipped out of bed quietly, padding across the room to answer.
Nolan’s voice was tight. "You need to get downstairs. Now."
Multiple screens lit up the room with a harsh glow. Headlines screamed across them.
Sources Confirm: Criminal Ties Linked to Damien Sinclair's Fortune?
Celeste Laurent's Engagement Questioned: Strategic or Sinister?
Federal Authorities Investigating Sinclair Holdings.
Celeste’s heart slammed against her ribs.
Damien strode in seconds
