MasukDamian began sending things to my office.Flowers, desserts, architectural sketches, and all the little gifts he had once called childish.On the first day, a receptionist carried in white roses with a smile. "Ms. Hawke, someone sent you flowers."I didn't look up. "Throw them away."The second day brought a box of the shortbread cookies I once loved.Kieran happened to be in my office. He examined the box, then dropped it into the trash.On the third day, Damian had a partnership proposal rewritten and delivered with a note. "I changed the project according to your plan. You can keep every dollar of profit. Consider it my apology."I glanced at the note and threw it away too."You handle anything else he sends."I told Kieran, "Don't let me see it."Kieran nodded.None of Damian's gifts reached me again.During that period, Kieran came almost every day.He brought simple oatmeal in the morning, reminded me to eat lunch, and remained in the neighboring office for however l
Once my injuries began to heal, I went to Whitmore Holdings.My office occupied the top floor, with the skyline of Ashmere, Bellweather, spread beyond the windows.A stack of documents waited on the desk, each one an authorization my grandfather had signed in advance.Every company resource was available to me whenever I chose to use it."Rowan."Grandpa sat across from me and covered my hand with his. "I've cleared the road ahead. You only need to keep moving. If anyone dares hurt you again, I'll make certain they never recover."I looked down at the papers as my nose burned, then forced the tears back.I had cried enough. It was time to work.During the first week, I took two major proposals away from Damian.Crosswell's bids were three percent higher, so I dropped mine to the break-even point.During the second week, I obtained his sealed bid three days before the procurement meeting. I knew his materials, schedule, and pricing in exact detail.During the third week, I al
Third-Person POVDamian had barely slept in three days.Supply lines for several core Crosswell Industries projects were cut at once, partners defected together, and the company's cash position nearly collapsed.He mobilized every resource he had to keep his own company standing while also trying to stabilize the wreckage at Hawke Group.After the beating, Vincent went straight to the hospital. Hawke Group's stock had fallen so low that without help, the company wouldn't survive.Damian hadn't wanted to interfere, but then he thought of Rowan and remembered that the business had belonged to her mother too. He gritted his teeth and poured money into it.On the fourth day, Pierce brought news. "Ms. Hawke is at St. Calder Medical Center in Seabriar, New Albion. She's in a private recovery suite, and someone has posted security outside."Damian grabbed his keys and ran.He found the room and looked through the glass. Rowan sat propped against the bed, pale and thinner, lowering her
"I won't interfere with what happens to your mother or with the videos online."He opened the front door. "Leave."Serena threw herself at his arm. "Damian, I was wrong! I swear I understand now."He peeled her fingers away one by one, his voice low. "I hate being used as someone else's weapon. Leave before I decide to make you pay myself."...Rowan's POVWhen I woke, I found a pair of bloodshot eyes fixed on me.Kieran's gaze had been dark and exhausted, but the moment our eyes met, something in it brightened."You're awake?"He leaned closer, paused with his palm above my forehead, then withdrew it as if the remaining warmth had burned him. "The fever broke."My throat was dry. "Does Grandpa know?""Not yet."Kieran settled back into the chair and lowered his eyes. "Seeing you like this would be too much for him. We'll tell him after you're stronger."Relief left me in a breath. My back brushed the sheets, and pain made me gasp.Kieran immediately steadied my shoulder.
Through the night, Damian reviewed every camera inside and outside Hawke Estate, frame by frame.The footage showed Rowan stumbling into the darkness with flames rising behind her.He stared at the screen until his knuckles turned white.At the same time, Kieran's car cut through the night.The estate's internal footage had already reached him, and every image drove into his eyes like a blade."Do it."Kieran made a call. "Drag Vincent Hawke out and teach him what pain feels like. Send the Barrett Group documentation of every compliance violation inside Hawke Group."The person on the other end acknowledged the order.Kieran ended the call and looked down at Rowan curled in the corner of the back seat.He touched her forehead, then flinched at the heat beneath his fingers."Faster," he told the driver.Just before dawn, Vincent was pulled from the entrance of the Juniper Club with a hood over his head and dragged into an alley.The beating lasted more than ten minutes. By t
When Kieran Ashford lifted me, I caught the faint scent of cedar on his coat.The next time I opened my eyes, I was in a hospital bed.The doctor frowned. "Twenty lash wounds across her back and a fever above one hundred four. Another half hour without treatment could have killed her."I turned my head and saw Kieran standing by the window.The line of his jaw was rigid. His fingertips pressed into his palms, and his throat moved hard.Light fell around him, revealing a darkness in his eyes that I could not understand."I understand."His voice was quiet. "Use whatever treatment gives her the best chance to heal."...Third-Person POVSerena curled into the corner of a sofa, pale and damp with sweat."Damian... my chest still feels tight."Her voice was soft enough to melt.Damian touched her forehead. She had no fever, but he still brought her warm water and laid a heated cloth over her wrist."The guesthouse has fortified broth ready. I'll have it delivered tomorrow. Yo







