The room was filled with darkness, except for the faint silver glow of the moonlight filtering through the windows. The darkness was a reflection of Damian's heart: completely empty and consumed by pain.
His hand trembled slightly as he lifted the cigar to his lips, puffing out smoke with an almost empty bottle of whiskey in his other hand, while his gaze remained fixed on the window.
Melissa’s words from earlier in the day replayed in his mind: ‘You're never going to be part of our lives, Damian.’ ‘You're not her father!’ ‘Erase any thought of Pearl being your daughter.’
Those words had been like a knife slicing through him. He hadn’t stopped her when she stormed out of his office. How could he? She hated him more than ever, and now, she had vowed to cut him off from the one person t
