The next morning, Isabella entered Morrison Tower with a renewed sense of purpose, her mind still racing from her encounter with Damien. His words echoed in her mind—You’re mine. The possessive edge in his voice, the promise hidden in those words, left her feeling exhilarated and, for the first time, completely unmoored.
But even as she immersed herself in her tasks, she knew that being connected to Damien meant embracing the complexity of his world—a world where secrets and power were woven together, and loyalty was both a promise and a weapon.
By midday, Damien called her to his office. The look in his eyes as she entered was a mixture of business and something more—something that simmered beneath the surface, as if he were holding back a storm.
“Isabella,” he greeted, his voice soft
