Damian carried Elena into his mansion, his jaw tight, his chest still burning from the sight of her on Alex's bed.
He pushed open the door to her room and laid her gently on the bed. His jacket was still wrapped around her small frame, swallowing her in his scent.
He stood there for a moment, staring at her.
He exhaled sharply and walked out, slamming the door behind him before he did something reckless.
As he descended the stairs, the butler hurried over.
"Sir—Isabel is here."
Damian didn't even blink. His voice was ice.
"Let her in."
The butler nodded and stepped aside.
Isabel walked in seconds later, dressed elegantly, her smile warm and fake, her eyes glowing with triumph. She went straight to him, placing a hand on his chest like she owned him.
"I missed you so much, love," she whispered.
Damian didn't touch her.
Didn't look at her.
Didn't react.
He simply turned away and walked out, he needed a drink, leaving her standing there alone.
THE NEXT MORNING
