Damian didn't mean the words he had just spat out. He didn't. But in that moment, anger and fear had consumed him, and he had let his mouth speak before his heart could stop it.
He stormed out of the room, leaving Elena standing there trembling, eyes wet, heart breaking.
Isabel's voice followed him, calling his name, her tone sweet and demanding. But he ignored it, climbing into his sleek black car without a glance back.
The engine roared to life, and he drove off, his mind sharper, colder than it had ever been.
By the time he arrived at his underground headquarters, the lights were dim, the air heavy with silence and fear.
His men didn't even breathe unless he allowed it. They watched him like a predator, knowing better than to cross him.
Damian strode through the hallway, boots clicking sharply against the floor, eyes cold. He picked up the phone on his desk.
His voice was clipped, ice over fire. "How did I not know… about Maria being Isabel's mother?"
