Damon’s POV
The phone wouldn’t stop buzzing.
It vibrated against the nightstand like an insect trapped in a jar, rattling until my eyes snapped open. I hadn’t slept long—two, maybe three hours—but sleep had become a luxury I could no longer afford.
I reached for it, jaw tight, and scrolled through the avalanche of notifications.
The Devil of the City: Damon Cross Unleashed.
Blood Money Empire: Damon Cross and the Cost of Power.
Women Held in Billionaire’s Penthouse?
I stopped, thumb frozen above the glass. That one had a picture attached. Not of me. Not of my warehouses.
Her.
A grainy shot of Katrina.My arm tight around her waist. My lips too close to her ear. Her face turned slightly, expression unreadable to anyone but me.
To the press, it was confirmation of the whispers Cassi
