Arthur led Damon through the front entrance of the Sterling mansion. The hallway stretched ahead with its polished marble floors and expensive artwork on the walls. Damon felt emotions trying to surface as he recognized furniture and paintings from his childhood, but he pushed them down hard. Now wasn't the time for sentiment.They moved quickly through the empty corridors. No family members appeared to see them, which was good because Damon didn't want any confrontations before he reached Edward. Arthur walked slightly ahead, his steps urgent as they climbed the grand staircase to the second floor.They stopped in front of a set of double doors at the end of the hallway. Arthur knocked twice before opening the door and stepping inside. Damon followed him into Edward Sterling's bedroom.The room was large but felt suffocating with its heavy curtains and dim lighting. Edward lay in the bed, looking much worse than Damon had expected. His father's face was pale and gaunt, his body appe

Edward stared at Damon with confusion written all over his face. "What do you mean we can't go to the hospital yet? I'm dying from poison and you want me to stay here?""Yes," Damon said without hesitation. "Because if we move you now, Vanessa will know we're onto her. She'll destroy whatever evidence she has left and disappear before we can prosecute her properly."Arthur stepped forward, his voice sharp with concern. "Mr. Damon, I understand what you're saying about building a case, but your father might not survive long enough for that plan to work. The poison has been accumulating in his system for days. His kidneys are failing.""I know the risks," Damon replied. "But we're so close to having everything we need to put Vanessa away forever. If we rush now and she escapes justice, then my mother's death means nothing. All the suffering from the past twenty years means nothing."Edward raised a shaking hand. "Let him finish explaining, I want to hear the full plan."Damon pulled out

The smile froze on the doctor's face, his eyes went wide and his hand gripped the medical bag tighter. "I don't know what you're talking about, that's a very serious accusation to make without any proof.""I'm talking about the poison you've been injecting into my veins twice a day for the past few days. I'm talking about the payments you've been receiving from my wife to make my death look like natural kidney failure."The doctor's face went pale. He looked toward the door like he was calculating whether he could make it out before anyone stopped him. "This is absurd. I'm a doctor sworn to do no harm. I would never participate in anything like what you're describing."Arthur stood up and moved to block the door. "We have bank records showing the payments from Vanessa to your offshore account. We have testimony from people who know about the arrangement. And we have video evidence of you administering what you believed was poison just now.""Video evidence?" The doctor's voice cracked

Damon left his house the next morning with a smile on his face, he got into his car and started driving toward Celia's house, his mind running through what he needed to tell her today.He still hadn't called Vivienne back, he knew he should, but his relationship with Celia came first right now. "I'll call her back later but definitely not now," Damon said as his phone started ringing again with Vivienne's call but he didn't pick up.Anthony was already handling Vivienne's situation with her family for him, making sure she had the support she needed to break free from Alexander completely. That meant Damon could focus on what mattered most to him.Building his relationship with Celia, making things right with her, and eventually, when the time was right, marrying her.The thought made his smile widen. He'd finally found his mother's killer, he'd gotten the revenge he'd waited twenty years for, and he'd revealed his identity to his family. There were no more secrets to hide, no more inv

Celia's smile faded completely when she saw Damon's expression. His face was serious, almost grave, without any hint of joking or teasing."Wait." Her voice became uncertain. "Are you really telling the truth?"Damon nodded. “Yes, Celia. Why would I lie to you?”"But that doesn't make any sense." Celia's hands twisted together in her lap. "I mean, I understand why I didn't believe you at first. Anyone would react the same way. Everyone underestimates you because we all thought Anthony Williams was the one helping you with everything. You live a normal life, you act like a regular person, you don't show off or act rich. So of course I assumed you were just Damon, not Damon Sterling.""I know.""But now you're telling me you really are Edward Sterling's son?" Celia's voice rose slightly. "The same Edward Sterling who owns half the businesses in this city? That Edward Sterling?""Yes." Damon reached for her hand and this time she didn't pull away. "But I need you to calm down and listen