The words from Amara's mother's diary lingered in the air.
"Never trust the Chairman."
Damian closed the diary and slipped it into the safe hidden behind a painting in his study.
"The fewer people who know about this, the better," he said.
Amara nodded, but her mind was elsewhere.
"Damian..."
He turned to her.
"What if we never find him?"
His expression softened.
"We will."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Because he's becoming careless."
Amara frowned.
"He attacked my house."
"He tried to kill you."
"He silenced his own man."
"People who make that many mistakes eventually leave a trail."
For the first time in days, Amara smiled.
"You always sound so confident."
"I have to."
"If I lose confidence..."
"I lose everyone depending on me."
She looked at him differently.
Behind the cold CEO was a man carrying the burden of hundreds of employees, a family legacy, and now... her safety.
The next morning, Blackwood Global held its annual charity gala.
Despite the bombing, Damian refused to cancel the event.
"If we hide," he told his board members, "our enemies win."
The ballroom at the Grand Imperial Hotel glittered with crystal chandeliers and elegant decorations.
Business leaders, celebrities, politicians, and journalists filled the hall.
The moment Damian and Amara entered, every conversation stopped.
They looked stunning together.
Damian wore a perfectly tailored black tuxedo.
Amara wore a breathtaking midnight-blue gown that she had designed herself.
Whispers spread across the room.
"That's the Ashford heiress."
"No wonder Damian married her."
"They look perfect together."
Across the ballroom, Vanessa Hart watched them with burning jealousy.
Her nails dug into her champagne glass.
"He was never supposed to fall in love with her," she muttered.
Standing beside her was a tall man whose face remained hidden in the shadows.
"Be patient," he said quietly.
"Soon they'll destroy each other."
Later that evening, the charity auction began.
Damian unexpectedly walked onto the stage.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he announced, "tonight I'd like to introduce someone very special."
He extended his hand toward Amara.
She looked surprised.
"Come."
She joined him on stage.
"I've spent years supporting young entrepreneurs," Damian continued.
"But tonight, I want to support someone whose talent deserves to be seen."
He smiled at Amara.
"My wife."
The audience applauded.
Amara stared at him in shock.
The giant screen behind them lit up with sketches from her fashion collection.
Every design she had secretly worked on over the years appeared before hundreds of guests.
"You..."
"You found my sketchbook."
Damian nodded.
"I also found investors."
The audience erupted into applause as a banner appeared.
BLACKWOOD GLOBAL PROUDLY ANNOUNCES THE LAUNCH OF AMARA ASHFORD COUTURE.
Tears filled Amara's eyes.
"You believed in me..."
"I always have."
For a brief moment, they forgot about the danger surrounding them.
Forgot about the enemies.
Forgot about the contract.
There were only two people standing under the spotlight.
Without thinking, Amara stepped closer.
"So..."
"You've been planning this?"
"For months."
She laughed through her tears.
"You really are impossible."
"And you're impossible not to believe in."
Their eyes met.
The applause faded into the background.
Slowly...
Carefully...
Damian reached for her hand.
"Amara..."
Before he could finish speaking, she closed the distance between them.
She kissed him.
The ballroom fell silent.
Camera flashes exploded from every direction.
Neither of them pulled away.
When the kiss ended, Damian rested his forehead against hers.
"You just broke Rule Five."
She smiled.
"So did you."
For the first time since signing their contract...
Neither of them denied what they felt.
From the balcony above the ballroom, Vanessa watched with fury.
"They've fallen in love."
The mysterious man beside her remained calm.
"Good."
She looked at him in confusion.
"Good?"
"The more they love each other..."
"The more painful it will be when we separate them."
He handed her a small envelope.
"Tomorrow morning..."
"Deliver this to Amara."
Vanessa opened it.
Inside were several old photographs.
One picture made her eyes widen.
It showed Damian standing beside a young woman years ago.
They were smiling.
The woman wore an engagement ring.
Written on the back were the words:
My future wife.
Vanessa smiled slowly.
"She'll never trust him after this."
The mysterious man looked toward the ballroom below.
"Love is easiest to destroy..."
"...when it's finally real."
End of Chapter 10.
Cliffhanger: Just as Damian and Amara finally admit their feelings with a kiss, an old photograph surfaces that appears to prove Damian once promised to marry another woman. Is the photo genuine—or is it another trap designed to tear them apart?