Damien’s POV
The elevator doors closed on Victor’s shouting, cutting off his desperate cries for Elena. My men would dump him on the street with a clear warning not to come back. But the damage was already done. His voice had echoed through the penthouse halls, loud enough to wake the dead. Loud enough to reach our bedroom.
I stood in the living room for a long moment, fists still clenched, chest tight with a storm of rage, guilt, and raw fear. If Elena had heard even a fraction of what he said…
I couldn’t let that happen. Not yet. Not ever, if I could help it.
I forced my breathing to steady and walked back toward the bedroom, my steps deliberate but heavy. The door was still closed. I opened it quietly, the soft click sounding too loud in the silence.
Elena was stirring under the sh
