The next few days passed in a blur of tension, half-spoken truths, and the thunderous silence of things left unsaid.
Damien was relentless. The press, even more so. His legal team had been working around the clock, issuing cease-and-desists, locking down information, spinning stories that redirected the narrative. But even in the exclusive circles Damien Blackwood commanded with his sheer presence, power wasn’t absolute. And no secret was truly safe.
Especially not hers.
Elena stayed in the penthouse, a gilded cage that offered both luxury and suffocation. The marble floors, the towering glass windows, the high-thread-count sheets—all of it felt like a fortress built to keep her from breaking apart, but also a mirror reflecting everything she was trying to escape.
Damien tried to act l
