DORIAN's POV
A deep sense of regret enveloped me, making me question every choice I thought was right, each step leading to an irreversible mistake. My mistakes now mocked me, laughing at the choices that brought me here.
How could I have been so wrong? How did I end up in this mess?
This time, I tossed aside worries about consequences.
In my studio, I was watching the painting that covered the opposite wall. Leaning against the cool surface of the wall behind me, I rested my head.
Blake had taken the podium at the chairmanship meeting and set a trap for Eric, destroying years of silence and my efforts to protect her. To shield her, I had tangled myself in the company's messy business, becoming a puppet for both my father and Eric.
Despite appearances, I sensed Eric's dislike for Ale
