After a few hours, The woman’s breathing steadied. Soon, the nurse returned. Damon sat quietly in the chair beside her bed, his body still aching but his mind remained calm. He had not expected to spend his afternoon here, holding the hand of a colleague he had barely met, yet something about the way she had looked at him when she was struggling for breath made him stay. Soon, a nurse came in and check the machines before nodding and said, “She’s stable now. Thank you for your help" She said as she turned to Damon. Damon only gave a short smile. He did not feel like he had done anything at all. He had only been there, and sometimes being there was not enough. The woman moved a little, like she was waking up from a long nap. Her eyelashes shook, and then her eyes opened slow. She looked at the white ceiling first, then turned her head. For a moment she looked lost, like she didn’t know where she was. “Mom,” Catherine said quickly, leaning closer to her "You’re awake.” The woman bl

The night air hit Damon the moment he stepped outside the hospital doors. Cool and crisp, it carried that faint smell of damp earth that came after a long day of heat. The world outside felt too quiet compared to the muffled voices and steady beeping machines he had just left behind. It was late… later than he wanted… and his body begged for rest. All he wanted was the comfort of his bed, maybe a quick shower to wash the hospital smell off his skin, and silence. His car was parked a short walk away, at the edge of the hospital lot. He shoved his hands into his pockets, his head bent slightly, his thoughts drifted back to Catherine and the way her family had looked at him with a mix of gratitude and suspicion. He couldn’t blame them. He was still a stranger in their eyes. The silence soothed him as he slid into his car, started the engine, and pulled out of the lot. The streets were empty, the kind of quiet roads that made the city feel like it belonged to him alone. He let his thou

The next morning, Damon woke up early. His apartment was a cosy mess, there were books scattered on the floor, and a coffee maker was still sputtering from the morning brew. The sunlight churned from the curtains, making everything look warm and inviting. He stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his tie, feeling a little rushed. He had needed to complete a few more tasks because he feels like he is lacking behind in few office schedules and the last thjng he wants was to disappoint Vivan and Klaus.. He remembered the messy version of Viavan he had seen yesterday and could help but feel a little concerned. He slowly opened a drawer and brought out a tonic for hangover, ready to hand it over to Vivan to help her with her hangover. Soon, he grabbed his laptop, tucked it under his arm, his car keys and a few files. He gave himself one more look in the mirror and it was so obvious to him that he was so good looking, he didn't give himself much attention before heading out of

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 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.