Damien’s POV
The door shut behind us with a polite click, but the sound felt like a gavel slamming down.
I kept the smile fixed on my face, the charming smile I had worn all evening, as I guided Meera down the steps toward the Bentley. Her parents watched us from the window. I could feel their eyes like knives in my back.
The driver opened the door. Meera slid in, her dress brushing against the leather, her hand tightening on mine for half a second before slipping away.
I followed, settling beside her. The car pulled smoothly into the street.
Only then did I let my smile fade.
Inside, my jaw ached from the pressure of keeping it in place. My palms were damp, my throat dry. I had lied my way through hostile takeovers and boardroom wars, but tonight? Tonight had been worse.
Meera exha
