The paper in my hands felt like ice.
My father’s signature sat right above Damian’s name. Dated six years ago. Two years before Ryan had ever walked into my life pretending to be my savior.
"Damian..." My voice came out barely above a whisper.
Damian took the phone from my hand. His dark eyes swept over the document, his face completely unreadable. No panic. No guilt. Just a cold, dangerous stillness.
"What is this?" I asked, my voice cracking. "Why did my father come to you before I met Ryan?"
Damian didn't look flinched. He handed the phone back to me, his tone dropping into that commanding, unyielding level that made people in boardrooms back down. "Your father was six million dollars in debt, Eva. He came to Knight Enterprises for a bailout. I handled the paperwork."
"He lost his
