Damon's POV
Damon Bennett.
That name was a fist against closed doors and there was no one who didn't dare respect the name. Men trembled at the sound of my name. Insecure and even successful men cowered at the sounds of my footsteps and everyone respected my presence, never daring to say anything 'unnecessary' for fear of being burned.
I doubted I was the same Damon Bennett I used to be months ago, not since Sasha ran off with those documents.
The blasted wife of mine. I reminded myself that I never wanted her. I never even wanted marriage and wouldn't be shackled to her if my mother hadn't thrown a fit, insisting that I got married.
That blasted woman. I corrected myself.
I wondered if she had sold the documents to my enemies and that was why everything that was happening at the mo
