เข้าสู่ระบบIsabella’s PovI had noticed Damien seemed to disappear somewhere in his own thoughts even when he was sitting right beside me. He would smile, laugh at the right moments, respond when I spoke to him, but something distant lingered behind his eyes that hadn’t been there before.I finally decided I couldn’t ignore it any longer.“Damien,” I said that evening, once Grace had been settled into her crib and the house had grown quiet around us. “We need to talk.”He looked up from the papers spread across his desk, his expression immediately guarded. “About what?”“About whatever’s been weighing on you for the past week,” I said, sitting down across from him. “You’ve been distant, distracted. I know something’s wrong, and I need you to stop trying to protect me from it.”Damien set down his pen, studying me carefully for a long moment. “I didn’t want to frighten you further,” he admitted finally. “You’ve already been through so much.”“Hiding things from me frightens me more,” I said hones
Damien’s PovI sat alone in my office long after everyone else had gone home, staring at the document my lawyer had sent over earlier that afternoon. The words on the page felt heavier than any contract I had ever signed, heavier than any business deal I had ever negotiated in my entire career.My will.I had updated it years ago, back when it was still just a formality, a document nobody expected me to actually need anytime soon. But everything had changed since then. I had a wife now, a daughter, an entire family that depended on me in ways I hadn’t fully understood until Grace was born.And someone out there wanted to hurt them.I picked up my pen, reviewing each section carefully, making sure every asset, every property, every account was structured properly to protect Isabella and Grace completely, regardless of whatever happened to me. I added additional provisions, established trusts specifically for Grace’s future, and ensured Isabella would maintain full control over everythi
Isabella’s Pov I woke up the next morning trying to convince myself that the uneasy feeling still lingering in my chest was nothing more than leftover exhaustion. The security team had checked every camera and every sensor across the property, and nothing appeared out of place. Probably just a technical glitch, they said. Nothing to worry about. I wanted to believe that completely, so I forced myself to smile as I walked downstairs, determined not to let fear creep back into a life Damien and I had worked so hard to protect. “Morning,” Damien said, already in the kitchen, our daughter settled in her high chair while Damien attempted to spoon oatmeal into her mouth with limited success. “Morning,” I said, kissing the top of our son’s head before sitting down beside them. “How’s breakfast going?” “Terribly,” Damien admitted, glancing down at his shirt, which now bore several small orange smears. “She seems to think my shirt is also an acceptable place for oatmeal.” “She’s just shar
Isabella’s Pov Damien found me standing at the nursery window again, staring out at the security gates the way I had every night for the past few weeks, unable to shake the constant fear that had settled into my chest since that threatening note arrived. “Isabella,” he said gently, wrapping his arms around me from behind. “You need to stop doing this to yourself.” “I can’t help it,” I admitted. “Every sound outside makes me think someone’s out there, waiting.” “I know,” Damien said softly. “But we can’t keep living like this. Whoever is behind this wants us afraid, wants us paralyzed. If we let that happen, they’ve already won, even if they never come near us again.” “How do I just stop being afraid?” I asked, turning to face him. “You don’t stop completely,” he said. “But you don’t let it steal everything from us either. We have security watching every inch of this property. We have people actively investigating who’s responsible. But this weekend, I want us to just be a family
Damien’s POV I stood at the entrance to the suite, my heart pounding with a mix of nerves and pure anticipation. This was the same hotel where everything had begun years ago—the same grand lobby with its marble floors gleaming under crystal chandeliers, the same soft glow of evening lights filtering through tall windows. But tonight, there was no shadow of doubt hanging over, no contract, no loneliness. Just us, Damien and Isabella, celebrating the beautiful life we had fought for and built together.I had arranged every detail to mirror that first night, but transformed. The suite overlooked the city skyline, just as before. Candles flickered on the table set for two, their flames dancing across fine china and a bottle of her favorite vintage wine. Soft music played in the background, the same melody that had filled the air back then. But this time, the air hummed with promise instead of pain.Isabella stepped into the room behind me, her eyes widening as she took it all in. She wor
Isabella’s POV Damien called me into his office early that morning, a stack of documents spread across his desk, his expression more energized than I had seen in weeks.“I want you to co-lead a new project,” he said, sliding a folder toward me. “It’s ambitious, complicated, and exactly the kind of challenge I think you’re ready for.”I opened the folder, scanning through the details of a major expansion project involving several international partners. “This is huge, Damien. Co-lead with who?”“With me,” he said. “But not as my wife sitting quietly beside me. As an equal strategist on this project.”“Are you sure the board will see it that way?” I asked, already anticipating resistance.“I don’t particularly care how they see it,” Damien said. “I care about what you’re capable of contributing. That’s what matters.”That afternoon, we walked into the boardroom together, and Damien introduced me differently than he had at any previous meeting.“Isabella will be co-leading this project
Isabella's Pov I don’t know why I kept talking to him. Maybe it was because he didn’t look at me with pity. For the first time in hours, someone saw me as a real person instead of a problem.We talked for almost two hours. I didn’t go deep into my mess or say Ethan’s name. We just talked about sma
Isabella's POV“You really think this baby is going to change anything, Isabella?” Ethan’s voice was cold and sharp. He stood in the middle of his fancy Manhattan penthouse office, the one I had helped design with the expensive walnut floors and big windows looking out over the city. “I’m engaged,
Damien’s POV“You are quiet tonight.”I looked up from my laptop. Isabella stood near the couch holding two cups of tea.“I am working.”“That was not my question.”She walked closer and handed me one cup.I sighed and closed the laptop. “You are becoming dangerous.”A small smile appeared on her l
Isabella's Pov The gala was dazzling, huge chandeliers, designer clothes everywhere, and New York’s top business people filling the ballroom. I wore a rich emerald dress that Damien had chosen for me. It looked good and still hid my pregnancy. His hand stayed protectively on my lower back as we wa







