DAMON
“You didn’t need to lie and tell my mother the mansion belongs to my Father,” Annabel said, her gaze locked on mine, fierce, burning, not backing down one f*****g bit.
“My mother called me and she said something about my dad owning the mansion, which he intended to surprise us with. You’ve supported us so f*****g much,” she said, her voice raw, dripping with that mix of gratitude and suspicion that made my c**k twitch.
The mansion was built by Christian, her dad. His family never knew who he truly was. He wasn’t just some construction worker—he was a goddamn underground tech operative, a shadow in the world of secrets and power. Built tech that could save or destroy, and he hid it all to keep his family safe.
“Your father owns the mansion, he’s been working on it for a while now,
