Damian's POV
I didn't believe in fate.
I believed in strategy. In leverage. In the cold, hard mathematics of business, where every outcome could be predicted if you had enough data. I'd built an empire on that principle. I'd destroyed rivals, conquered markets, and bent entire industries to my will—all because I understood that the world operated on logic, not magic.
But there was no logical reason for me to be in Regent's Park on a Sunday afternoon.
I'd woken up that morning with the walls of my penthouse closing in. The silence had been unbearable—the same silence that had haunted me for four years, but worse now. Now that I knew she was alive. Now that I'd said her name out loud. Now that Friday was three days away and I couldn't think about anything except the way her voice had cr
