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usel in her vision. The cozy corner of her home office slowly came into focus-the soft leather chair beneath her, the g

dream. No...

ht long years, but the trauma from the accident clung to her like cobwebs. She'd spent years in therapy, years flinching every time

oke throug

ou alr

pped a stack of files on the table, abandoning his task when he noticed her state. His shirt sleeves were

ng her hand over her racin

as like that-concern layered beneath h

t friendly; a drunk man had tried to harass her on an empty road, and Damien had intervened, scolding her more tha

. He was persistent, annoyingly charming, and impossible to shake off. When she fina

"It's just... people don't trust me. They see the looks, the blue eyes, and assume I'm a liar or a fli

at day, impulsively, she offered him work-organizing her documents, assisting with fre

s. Damien was dangerously good-looking. The kind of man who could make a woman stumble with

already back at the desk. "I'll f

e buzzed. She picked it up-a work email. After skimming it, she

it and adjuste

familiar voice-one she

ied?" the host asked Cassian, th

it's a little too early to think about mar

lenched inv

er love again, marriage would

ver her. She had told herself it was over. Eight years apart, no contact, no a

e, my ass." She forced a smile, though it felt hollow. Cassian ha

able and sighed again. Damien, not

espo

was off. She looked around, searching for somet

!" she

it?" Dami

o be!" she replied,

ieving the car keys. Minutes

er family's. Her childhood home. And as they approa

as the security p

e entrance?

. "I... I think so. There used to be flow

g born into this much weal

u back to France on a first-

serious as a man in a navy-blu

indow down. "I'm he

off. "There's no one

a sti

s is her estate," Damie

wn," the officer continued coldly. "No o

blood beg

l someone. Anyone. She

worked here for five year

?" Damien asked. "I'll

y parents died nine years ago. If they were aliv

Bright, the former head butler. His ey

aimed, bowing immediat

tened. "It's been

er blinked, co

t him off, her tone sharp

an't! Only Miss Sele

ur job. Maybe she'll rehire you. But not before I walk yo

mien. "Before yo

lding the door open li

reclaiming the land that had once belonged to her. The past

f Cha