The dim lighting in Damien’s holding cell cast long shadows on the gray walls. He sat on the edge of the cot, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands clasped tightly together. His sharp mind raced through the events leading to his arrest, piecing together the betrayal that had blindsided him.
Claire.
The name was a bitter taste on his tongue. She had manipulated him, played her cards flawlessly. Now, she was likely basking in her victory, but Damien wasn’t a man who stayed down for long. He glanced at the steel door, his jaw clenched. Someone was going to pay for this—starting with Claire.
Meanwhile, Isabella stood in the center of their penthouse, her phone gripped tightly in her hand. The space felt cold and empty without Damien. The news of his arrest had spread like wildfire, and
