Damien pov
It started like every other morning cold, efficient, predictable. But by 9 a.m., everything I’d built began to crumble.
John burst into my office, his expression tight, his tablet clutched in one hand. That look I’d seen it before, usually before something exploded.
“What happened?” I asked, not looking up from the file in front of me.
He placed the tablet on my desk. “You’ll want to see this.”
The moment my eyes landed on the screen, my chest tightened.
“Damien Cole’s Marriage Exposed!”
“Leaked Documents Reveal Amira Blake Was Paid to Marry Him!”
“Cole Empire’s Love Built on Lies?”
My pulse quickened.
Fake or not, the documents looked authentic. Every signature, every figure, every clause even the payment dates matched the real contract.
I scrolled further down.
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