The night was heavy with rain.
Each drop struck the glass like a quiet warning, a rhythm to match the pounding of Elena’s heart. She stood before the window of her apartment, watching the city blur into silver streaks.
On the table behind her lay the diamond ring—Damian’s proposal, the promise she had slipped off only hours ago. It gleamed under the dim light, innocent and merciless all at once.
Her phone sat beside it, silent now after the mysterious message: “If you want the truth about Damian Blackwell, meet me at the old pier tonight.”
Every part of her screamed to go. To find answers. To finally see what lay beneath his perfect mask.
But fear—sharp and suffocating—rooted her in place.
Because no matter how much she doubted Damian, she couldn’t deny what she felt for him.
Love.
