Aria's POV
Images of Damian flashed through my mind—his touch, his heated gaze. I forced the thoughts away and kept my voice steady.
"I bought these with my own money," I continued, my voice calm and steady.
"Money I earned. In the past two years alone, I've generated over ten million dollars in profit for Silver Creek Pack. Even if Ethan had given me money—which he hasn't—it wouldn't even cover the dividends."
"I'm owed. So unless you want to sit down right now and go through every single project I've handled line by line, I suggest you keep your mouth shut."
Ethan's face went white.
He hated when I brought up the numbers. Because the numbers didn't lie.
For years, I'd let him take credit for my work. I'd let him stand in front of investors and smile while I did all
