Chapter 112

DAMIEN'S POV There's something about events like this that I always love. The smell of wealth and expensive perfume fill the air, the soft music humming beneath the laughter of the crowd, the way the crystal chandeliers spread golden light across the polished marble floors—makes everyone feel like power dressed in expensive designer clothes. Networking in rooms like these isn't just about the charm—is about survival. One handshake here could turn into a lifetime deal. One conversation could change everything about your business. I was standing by the bar with a glass of bourbon in my hand when the room suddenly shifted. The murmurs rose, heads turned, bodies shifted. The kind of attention you only see when royalty walks in. Who the hell could be getting so much attention? Mark, my closest friend and business partner leaned toward me, grinning from ear to ear like he always does when something amuse him. “Well, well, look who just walked in.” I followed his gaze toward the entrance and