Elena stared at her phone for a few minutes, her lips slowly curling into a satisfied smile.
The paparazzo had done a brilliant job.
Better than she expected.
The angle, the timing, the expression on Damian's face captured at just the right moment—it was perfect. Even though the stunt had almost cost her reputation and dragged her name through a storm of gossip, it was worth it.
All of it.
She hadn't expected Damian to keep his cool after what happened. A man like him usually reacted fast, ruthless, and final. But instead, he had acted calm, composed, annoyingly unbothered.
That irritated her more than anything.
Still, this photo would be enough to unnerve him.
A single spark was all she needed to light a raging fire.
"What are you smiling at, Elena?" Elizabeth asked from where she sat stiffly in the living room.
Her tone carried suspicion, the kind only a mother could have.
