Damon's POV
"Damon, everyone's waiting," Godson's voice crackled over the intercom as I straightened my tie.
I stared at my reflection in the glass wall of my office: a man poised to command an empire, yet my heart pounded with the knowledge that the ground beneath me had shifted once more.
Lucian Westin—my half-brother, the son of my father's secret affair—was on his way up. Claiming Marcus's hidden heir, he threatened to unravel everything I'd fought for: my role as CEO, Aria's safety, and our unborn children's future.
I took a deep breath, willing calm into my veins. "I'm coming," I replied. I slipped my phone into my jacket pocket. "Let's go."
The broad foyer of the boardroom glowed under recessed lights. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the city like a backdrop, its lights flickering in contrast to the storm clouds gathering outside. Tonight's dinner was not merely a corporate function—it was a battleground.
