Damian’s boots hit the marble floor like thunder.
He stormed into the hallway, eyes blazing. The tension around him felt sharp enough to cut through stone. The house staff looked up, startled, some nearly dropping what they held. No one dared speak.
“Everyone. Now,” Damian barked.
His voice echoed, deep and filled with cold fire.
Within minutes, all his bodyguards, workers, and housekeepers had gathered in the main room. Men in black shirts, armed and alert, lined up against the wall. A few of the cleaning staff huddled near the corner, eyes wide with confusion and fear.
Damian stood in front of them like a storm wrapped in a man. His jaw clenched, hands fisted at his sides. He pulled out a cigarette, lit it with a flick of his lighter, and took one long drag. Smoke curled from his li
