Point

n my head-the way Damian's cold, unfamiliar gaze had landed on me, the way he had looked at me like I was just another stran

my phone buzzed on my nightstand. Groaning, I reache

arly?" I muttered, rubbin

a's voice was sharp, urgent. "Y

. There, splashed across the screen, was a photo of me and Damian from last night-our eyes locked in

Mystery Woman Caught in a Tens

Dozens of speculatio

ekindling an

an that rattled

omes knocking – and sh

sted as I read

woman could be tied to the b

t, my pulse hammering. T

Olivia

They think we were

this. They're scrambling for damage control, and I have a feeling they're going to involve you in t

I wondered what this meant. We had never truly been public with our relationship b

this time with an unknown number. I ex

wood, this is Ethan Cross, Damian Cross's

idn't need to

*

ound myself seated

teel. The man himself sat across from me, dressed in a charcoal suit, his expression unr

ck and suffocating. Finall

ed after last night's gala," he said, sliding a tabl

n before it escalates. Investors hate scandals, and if Damian's p

arms. "And w

esitate. "A fa

ed. "Ex

k in his chair. His gaze, calm but calculating, m

est. This was insanity. After everything, they want

. "Absolu

kwood, this isn't just about Damian. The press is already linki

ead. "Find a

tive, the media will. And they'll start digging into your past-into why yo

ffing. If they started digging, they co

ervingly quiet throughout all this.

pping idly against the desk.

left my lips. "Of

umped in. "The engagement would last a few months. Just enough to

glare. "I don

y, "but I think you want

ver down my spine. I

ve

pain he had left me with. But now? Now, I had a chance to get close a

n my chest like a dangerous promi

We'll arrange an announcem

e, Damian spoke. "

I met his gaze, my lips curl

es, history dese

*

upted. Headlines flashed across every screen. Socia

w had she recaptured the hear

of cameras, forced to hold hands,

clawing their way to the surface. Every time he leaned in f

world be

Mr. Cross meet?" a reporter as

voice smooth.

red if his mind was scrambling for missin

eminded myself. And that

*

gala, forced into yet another evening of pretending to be the devoted fiancée. Damian was

om

turned sharply, and

toward him, kneeling to his height. "Darling, what

was Damian. He stood there, his gaze flickering between us. Somethi

en, Damian simply shrugg

with fear. Because for one terrifyin