Dominic's POV
The weight of the pen in my hand felt heavier than it should.
I kept signing anyway, one paper after another, black ink slashing across lines of numbers and legal jargon. My office was as quiet as a tomb, save for the slow ticking of the antique wall clock and the soft creak of leather as I shifted behind my massive desk.
The windows were closed, the blinds drawn. The city existed outside, breathing, moving, watching but it had no place in here. I had carved this space out of silence. Deliberate. Controlled. Predictable.
Unlike her.
My jaw ticked as I flipped the next page. Another contract. Another deal signed beneath the name Dominic Lancaster, a name that hadn’t seen a single headline in over a year.
Because I made sure of it.
The media blackout hadn’t been a sugges
