My Ex-Boyfriend's Daddy is Obsessed with Me

Chapter 7

I kept walking, refusing to let my heels falter—even as my legs trembled inside.

Not because I was scared.

But because I couldn’t believe the past I’d buried had just walked straight into the most important night of my life.

Damien Grey.

My ex-boyfriend’s father.

The man I ran away from.

The man I gave myself to in a moment of emotional ruin… And the only man who ever made me feel like I wasn’t just someone’s second choice.

Rafaella leaned in, whispering, “Do you know him? That man over there—the one who won’t stop staring?”

I cleared my throat, trying to sound unbothered. “I’m… not sure.”

Rafaella frowned.

“Well, he looks like he just stepped out of a billionaire magazine spread,” she teased. “And he seriously hasn’t taken his eyes off you.”

I couldn’t reply right away. She didn’t have to tell me. I already felt his gaze—hot, unwavering, consuming.

And it only made me more anxious about why he was here. A thousand questions started spinning in my head.

My fingers tightened around the folder on my lap.

‘This is not the time, Mikyla. Focus.’

The presentation.

Montier.

Paris.

That’s what mattered.

The ballroom around me was a vision of luxury—golden chandeliers hung like glowing crowns, soft jazz hummed in the background, and guests glided across the floor in gowns and tuxedos.

But this wasn’t just another fashion event.

It was a battlefield dressed in elegance, where every glance could either open doors or slam them shut.

“Ms. Ferrer,” the host greeted me with a warm smile. “We’re ready when you are.”

I nodded and gave him my most polished smile. “Let’s begin.”

The lights dimmed slightly as I stepped forward, entering the spotlight.

My collection stood on sleek velvet pedestals—gemstones catching the light like scattered stardust beneath the chandeliers.

I took a breath, steadying my voice the way I’d trained myself for moments like this.

“This collection is called Rinascita—which means rebirth in Italian. Each piece is handcrafted to reflect a woman’s journey… Of rediscovering her strength after loss, betrayal, and heartbreak.”

I caught a flicker of movement from the corner of my eye.

He was still there. Still watching. Tito Damien hadn’t moved an inch.

My chest tightened, but I pressed on.

“The heart of this collection is a rare sapphire centerpiece named Speranza—which means hope.

Because sometimes, hope is all we have… and it’s enough to begin again.”

A wide smile crept across my face when I heard the applause echo through the ballroom.

One by one, the guests approached my display, admiring each piece with awe.

“You never disappoint, Ms. Ferrer,” said Mr. Clifford, one of the CEOs already partnered with our company.

“Well, I must say—like mother, like daughter,” added another.

I turned to see who it was and offered a small smile. It was Mr. Jaxson, one of my late mother’s long-time clients. I only met him after I joined Savarre, and since then, he had followed my career closely.

“Thank you, Sir.”

But the moment of calm was shattered when I saw her approach—Ms. Dianna Jean.

The personal secretary to Montier Luxury’s CEO and tonight’s official company representative.

Dianna Jean was a force in the world of jewelry. One word from her could send your name soaring across the industry.

Rafaella signaled me with a nod. I took a deep breath and slowly moved toward Dianna Jean.

But I froze mid-step.

Because I wasn’t the only one approaching her.

Damien Grey was walking toward her, too.

“I know who he is now,” Rafaella whispered beside me. “That’s Mr. Damien Grey—the new CEO of Montier Luxury.”

It felt like something sharp sliced through my hearing. Her words echoed louder than the music, louder than the voices in the room.

The new CEO of Montier Luxury?

Out of all the companies in the world… it had to be this one?

I swallowed hard.

I’m doomed.