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Chapter 81

DAMIAN’S POV“What!”Elis and I shot up at the exact same second.“Are you fuckin’ insane?!”Evelyn didn’t even flinch. She sat there like a queen, her lips curved in that self-satisfied half-smile she always wore when she knew she’d just detonated a bomb.My pulse hammered in my ears.“Like… what the actual fuck, Evelyn?” I dragged both hands down my face.“Walk me through your thought process. Step by step. Because right now it looks like you’ve lost the plot completely.”She lifted her chin higher, eyes glittering with that familiar arrogance that always made my skin crawl.Elis shook his head aggressively, his face white from shock.“This can’t be real. Are you pranking us? April Fool?”“Does Dad know about this?”“Keep Mike out of this,” she snapped. “He’s got no say over my life.”“Seriously?” I scoffed. “Now I see why you keep jumping from one dick to another!”“You will not speak to me in that manner, Damian.”I stepped closer, towering over her chair.“Then how should I spea

Chapter 82

DAMIAN’S POVThe room went dead quiet.“Full veto?” My voice cracked as I tried to swallow the lump in my throat.“Yes, darling. Let me read it out loud and clear for you,” she smirked, grabbing her phone from the table.She swiped fast, then cleared her throat loudly as she began:“Notwithstanding any other provision of this Agreement or the Articles of Association, Evelyn Moore (or any person she appoints in writing) shall have the irrevocable right to block, delay, or veto any of the following decisions if, in her sole determination, the decision would materially damage the long-term interests of the Thorne family:• any merger, acquisition, or sale of assets exceeding 8% of the company’s value• any change in CEO or Chairman• any dividend or capital distribution above £15 million in a single fiscal year• any debt raise or equity issuance that would dilute existing shareholders by more than 5%• any transaction involving a related party valued over £5 million.”My heart slammed a

Chapter 83

DAMIAN'S POVI let out a soft, bitter scoff that turned into a low, humourless chuckle, shaking my head.“Wake up, Elis. Please,” I begged, voice barely above a whisper, but it still cracked.“This woman who fucked off for years, waltzes back in, calls you ‘sweetheart’ a couple times, and suddenly you’re handin' her the keys to everything'… because she’s ‘Mom’?”He flinched like I had slapped him, but still doubled down.“She gave us life, Damian. That’s got to count for something. Least we can do is let her in.”“Let her in?” My voice dropped to a whisper that hurt more than shouting.“Christ, Elis. Are you really that starved for a scrap of her love that you will sign away your own future for it? I thought we were past this. I thought I had shown you you didn’t need her.”He didn’t answer, just stared at the tablecloth like it held answers.“Talk to me, Elis. Is this some sort of shitty prank?”“Unfortunately for you, darling, and very fortunately for me, it’s no prank.”Evelyn’s vo

Chapter 84

CINDY’S POVAlaric and I noticed the incoming storm, and we both knew: it’s time to disappear. Fast.We slipped out the side door like we were escaping a crime scene.The second the warm morning sun hit my face, I felt it: that thick, syrupy tension between Alaric and Vicky.She was leaning against the hood of his G-Wagon, arms crossed under her chest, head tilted just enough to let her hair spill over one shoulder.Ric stood way too close, one hand braced on the car beside her head, the other lazily twirling a strand of her hair around his finger like he’d done it a thousand times instead of, you know, twelve hours.Jesus. Twelve hours and the man’s already gone.Alaric caught me staring and didn’t even pretend to be embarrassed.“Gorgeous day, innit? Proper Sunday vibes. Beach? Random drive? I’m game for whatever.”Vicky’s eyes lit up like fireworks. “Beach sounds lush, babe.”Babe?She called him babe.I bit the inside of my cheek so I wouldn’t squeal like a teenager.Instead, I co

Chapter 85

DAMIAM’S POVThe city lights blurred into wet streaks across the windshield like someone had dragged a paintbrush over the glass.I couldn’t even tell if it was raining outside or if it was just my eyes refusing to stop leaking.My chest felt like someone had parked a truck on it — heavy, burning, and impossible to breathe through.I couldn’t even tell which streets I was taking anymore.I’d been driving for five hours straight, maybe six.Time had turned into one long smear of red lights and white lines and the same three songs looping on the playlist because I was too fucked up to even change it.The Royce growled under me, angry, restless, just like the thing clawing at my chest.On the floorboard, three empty bottles of Grey Goose rolled and clinked every time I took a corner.I bought the first one at some 24-hour liquor spot in the warehouse district, cracked it open right there in the parking lot, and drank half before I even pulled off.The second one, I finished somewhere on

Chapter 86

DAMIAN’S POVHe didn’t answer right away. I could almost feel him listening, the way my breathing hitched and stuttered.“You okay, son?”The second I heard that voice (the same voice that used to read me bedtime stories before everything went cold), something inside me snapped.I burst into fresh tears, ugly and loud, the kind that scrape your throat raw.“No, Dad… I’m not. I’m not okay, nah.” My words came out slurred, thick with vodka and pain. “Dad, I need yuh…”“What’s going on? Talk to me.”I swallowed, but the lump wouldn’t go down.“I know it’s been long I called you… I know we not tight like that anymore, not since Mom left and you kinda shut down on us… but you still my father, and right now you the only one I got left who might understand this woman.”He went quiet, but it wasn’t the cold kind of quiet I grew up with. This one felt like he was actually listening.“Talk to me, Damian.”“It’s Evelyn,” I rasped.“Evelyn???” His voice sharpened like a blade.“Yeah… I don’t even

Chapter 87

DAMIAN’S POVThe drive back home didn’t feel like driving.It felt like falling through a tunnel of headlights and horns and my own heartbeat.I swerved into the wrong lane twice.Once, a truck blasted past so close the Royce rocked, the driver leaning on the horn, screaming something I couldn’t hear over the music I had cranked to maximum.I flipped him off with both hands and almost hit the median.My head was a war drum. Every heartbeat slammed against my temples so hard I could feel it in my teeth.My tongue felt three sizes too big, my mouth tasting like metal and the fuckin’ vodka.My hands were on ten and two, but they kept slipping off the leather because my palms wouldn’t stop sweating.I laughed at nothing, cried at nothing, screamed Cindy’s name into the empty car more than once because her face was the only thing that still felt safe.By the time the gates rolled open, I was crawlin

Chapter 88

Cindy’s POV The beach day had been perfect, the kind of perfect I didn’t know I’d been starving for.Alaric’s deep, rumbling laughter filled the air, reminding me of when he was twelve and playing catch with Dad in the garden.Vicky, on the other hand, wouldn’t stop shrieking every time the waves chased her.I felt light, sun-kissed, and whole.By the time the sky turned peach and violet, I was already aching to get back to Damian.I’d been texting him silly little things all day (pictures of my sandy feet, a heart drawn in the wet sand, a voice note of me saying “wish you were here, baby”), and he hadn’t answered a single one.At first I thought he was sleeping, then working, then maybe his phone had died. But by 7 p.m., worry had started crawling under my skin like ants.We stopped for takeout (jerk chicken and festivals that smelled like heaven), and I barely tasted mine. I just kept checking my phone.We drove back home, and the second Alaric rolled the G-Wagon into the driveway,

Chapter 89

CINDY’S POVIt had been three days.Seventy-two hours of pure hell.I had cried so much I was scared my body was going to run out of tears and start leaking blood instead.My eyes were swollen shut half the time, my throat felt like I had swallowed sandpaper, and every breath still hurt like someone was sitting on my chest.I kept replaying that moment on loop.Every time I closed my eyes I saw it. Every time I opened them I still saw it.I sat on the balcony of the hotel suite Alaric had booked us, knees pulled to my chest, and wrapped in one of Alaric’s hoodies that smelled like safety and childhood.The city sparkled below me, the cars crawling along like ants, and people lived normal lives while mine was in pieces.I missed him so bad it was embarrassing.I missed the way he said my name when he was half-asleep.I missed his stupid morning hair and the way he stole all the covers and then pulled me into his chest to “warm me up.”I missed the way he looked at me like I hung the mo

Chapter 90

CINDY’S POVVicky squeezed me one last time, then sat back a little, eyes soft but serious.“He a good man, Cindy. A real good man. Don’t lose him over one mistake. Remember how many ‘one mistakes’ you gave Henry that didn’t even deserve a single sorry?”I pulled away like she had slapped me.“One mistake? Vicky, did you just call that one mistake?”My voice cracked so hard it hurt.“That was exactly how Henry started! ‘Just one mistake, baby.’ ‘I was drunk, baby.’ ‘She didn’t mean anything, baby.’ I forgave and forgave until I didn’t even recognize myself in the mirror. I’m not doing that dance again. Damian should’ve been able to control himself. Drunk or not, he’s a grown-ass man.”Vicky winced, but she didn’t back down.“Maybe he shoulda… I ain’t arguing that. I’m just saying my piece, that’s all. But whatever you decide, Cin, I got your back 1000%. If you say you never wanna speak to him again, I will personally change your number, block him on everything, and help you burn every

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