stures, his looks, but there remained a puzzle she couldn't solve. Tonight, after a long day of meetings and ruthles

eir eyes met for a moment before he looked away, staring at the pap

?" she asked, her voice soft but tinged

tired, as if all the weight on his shoulders, the responsibilities that had always defined him

searching for the right words. Then he sighed, a heavy sigh that carried th

e was finally going to tell her what she had always wanted to know. H

almost a whisper. "She was... everyth

him close in on himself. She stepped forward slightly, her eyes fix

ld have it all, control it all," he said, his gaze still lost i

ain. She waited for him to continue, but he seemed to struggle with himself. Fin

gone bad. A lie. A damn lie." His voice had hardened, each word striking t

rapped in her words, destabilized by the fragility that hid behind the ruthless man she had come to kn

" she finally whispered, aware of t

his lips. "Yes. But nothing can fix what I've lo

intention of letting him wallow in this pain. "

away almost imperceptibly. "It's useless, Is

ne fluid motion. Isla looked at him hesitantly before slowly foll

n't understand. You're not in this world. You do

stroy everything. She had no intention of running away, even though his words were cold and sharp. Sh

go any further, but desperately wanting him to

. Damian immediately stiffened, his gaze turning hard and cold in an instant. He stepped forw

over and grabbed it with a force that echoed throughout the room. His entire body seemed to vibrat

ve of tension fill the air. "Damia

rked away. The sound of the chair hitting the floor echoed in the silence of the room. She stood there, petrified. Damian's ang

y, as if to calm himself. But his gaze wa

est, stepped forward again. "Damian, y

me, then slowly shook his head

rock bottom yet, but he was close. And somewhere, deep down, she knew that th