CHAPTER FORTY-TWOUNSPOKEN WOUNDS
DAMIEN The house was quiet again. Too quiet. Damien stood in the middle of his living room, staring at the front door Ethan had slammed shut only moments ago. The argument still rang in his ears, echoing like gunshots in an empty alley. He let out a slow breath and dropped onto the leather couch, his body heavy with a mixture of exhaustion and fury. His fists clenched as Ethan’s words replayed. That arrogant tone. That air of superiority. The way he’d spoken about Locke Enterprises like it was some untouchable crown and Damien should be honored to kiss the ring. The sting of old betrayal bled into fresh wounds. Damien rested his elbows on his knees and buried his face in his hands. The worst part? Somewhere beneath the anger, he felt something that annoyed him even more. Grief. He an
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