Lorenzo walked into his office with a satisfied smile on his face, his posture upright, exuding confidence and power. He had taken care of Damon Bennett, as requested by Tyler. The young man’s impatience and arrogance had clouded his judgment, but Lorenzo had managed to resolve the situation without leaving a trace. It was business, nothing more, and he would ensure it stayed that way. Starprize Enterprise, the family company he had helped build from the ground up, needed to remain untarnished by scandal. The last thing he wanted was someone like Damon exposing the company’s skeletons.As he entered, however, his mind shifted focus. The office was dimly lit, and Marissa Walters sat at her desk, her ever-diligent presence the only constant in his life for the past decade. She was reading through the latest reports, her fingers tapping rhythmically on the keyboard, her glasses perched low on her nose. She was the perfect combination of intelligence and poise, her sharp blue eyes catchin

The room went silent as Amelia's voice sliced through like a knife. Damon turned sharply to see her standing in the doorway. Her expression was that of pure disbelief, with her beautiful eyes darting between the two men. Amelia’s eyes were known to be some of the most beautiful in the world, perfectly shaped with a charming enigma. Her usually calm demeanor was gone, and her ever-peaceful eyes were now replaced by a mix of anger and something else—betrayal. “Amelia?” Damon breathed, his anger momentarily turning to surprise. He hadn’t expected her to be here—no one had. Amelia stepped into the room with her heels clicking sharply against the polished marble floor. Her presence was commanding, and even Lorenzo seemed to falter under the weight of her icy glare. “What did you just say, Lorenzo?” Amelia repeated, her voice cold but measured. She looked like she was holding herself together by sheer willpower. “You made a deal? With Tyler Prescott?” Lorenzo turned toward her, his fa

Amelia’s eyes narrowed in anger once more. The audacity of Lorenzo, asking for help after everything he had just admitted, was almost too much to bear. She shook her head slowly, her voice laced with disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she muttered, more to herself than to him. “After everything you’ve done—everything you’ve sacrificed for your selfish gain—you think we’d help you cover this up?” Lorenzo’s face twisted with frustration. “You don’t understand, Amelia! If Vivian finds out what I did, she’ll destroy me. I can’t let that happen. I’m begging you—please.” Damon stepped forward, his jaw clenched tightly as his anger simmered beneath the surface. “You think this is a game, Lorenzo? You’ve played with people’s lives, with their futures, and now you expect us to cover your tracks?” He let out a sharp laugh, the bitterness in his tone unmistakable. “You’ve already lost everything. Your integrity, your honor, your place here. There’s no going back from this.” Amelia

The voice belonged to Amelia, who stood at the end of the hallway, her tablet clutched tightly in her hands. Her face was pale but resolute as her gaze darted between Vivian and Damon.“It’s Lorenzo,” she said, her voice trembling slightly.Vivian’s expression froze, the name hitting her like a physical blow. “What?” she asked, her tone sharp and disbelieving.Amelia nodded, taking a cautious step forward. “He confessed it just now. He walked out on us. All the evidence points to Lorenzo. He’s been working with Tyler Prescott, and Tyler is his nephew.”The silence that followed was deafening. Vivian’s stomach twisted, and for a moment, she couldn’t process the words. “Lorenzo?” she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. “That’s impossible.”Damon’s eyes flicked to Vivian, watching as the truth began to sink in.“Lorenzo has been with this company for years,” Vivian continued, her voice gaining strength. “He’s one of our most trusted executives. My father relied on him—I rely on h

Vivian froze, her mind racing as Damon’s lips pressed against hers. For a second, she thought about pulling away, but the warmth of his touch and the way he held her made her heart flutter. Against her better judgment, she found herself leaning in, her hands clutching his shirt. The kiss was slow and deliberate as if neither of them wanted it to end. All the tension, the unspoken words, and the stolen glances seemed to melt into this one moment and Vivan Could feel herself melting In his arms. She slowly pulled apart; both were breathless. Damon’s forehead rested against hers, his hands lingering on her waist. “I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” he murmured, his voice low. Vivian blinked, trying to steady herself. “You picked a hell of a time,” she said, her voice shaky but not angry. He smirked, his thumb brushing her cheek. “Maybe. Or maybe this was the only time we didn’t have the world watching.” She sighed, shaking her head, though a faint smile crept onto her lips. “You’r