The slap cracked through the penthouse like a whip, sharp and final.
Damien’s head jerked to the side, a streak of blood trailing from his split lip. The zip ties cutting into his wrists only made him angrier, his chest rising and falling with ragged, shallow breaths.
"You stupid, pathetic little boy," the woman hissed, her heels clicking against the cold marble floor as she paced around him. "After everything I built… after everything I sacrificed… this is how you repay me?"
He spat blood onto the flawless white carpet. “She belongs to me. She always did.”
Another slap. Harder this time. Her ring caught his cheek, leaving a thin, angry scratch.
“She belongs to no one, Damien. Least of all you. If only I knew who she was earlier.” Her voice was cold — not angry in the way most people
