Part 2
Mara was terrified, but beneath the fear was something fierce and real.
She told Damien in the same conference room where they had first met.
At first, he was silent.
“How far along?” he asked.
“Six weeks.”
He turned toward the window.
“My board can’t know. My mother can’t know. This would become a scandal.”
“A baby is not a scandal,” Mara said.
“For you, maybe not.”
The words broke something between them.
Then Damien pulled an envelope from his jacket.
Money. Privacy. Arrangements. Options.
Mara stared at him.
“You brought paperwork?”
“I’m trying to be practical.”
“I came here because I thought the man who held me at three in the morning might show up. Instead, you brought documents.”…
PART 3
Damien couldn’t sleep that night. Every time he closed his eyes, those two pairs of storm-gray eyes stared back at him from the darkness. His multi-million-dollar penthouse suddenly felt like an empty tomb.
The next morning, he bypassed his assistant and hired the most discreet, high-end private investigation firm in New York. “Find Mara Bennett,” Damien ordered, his voice raw. “I want to know where she lives, where she works, and everything about those boys. By tonight.”
By 5:00 p.m., a thick manila folder rested on his mahogany desk. Damien opened it with trembling fingers.
As he scanned the pages, his heart stopped.
According to the medical receipts and legal records from five years ago, Mara hadn’t just disappeared on her own. The day after she walked out of Mercer Capital, a wire transfer of two million dollars had been deposited into a newly opened account under her name, followed by a signed non-disclosure and child support waiver bearing her forged signature.
Attached to the legal threat was a letter on heavy, embossed stationery. His mother’s stationery.
Victoria Mercer had discovered the pregnancy. She had threatened to blacklist Mara from the financial industry, tie her up in endless custody battles, and ruin her family unless she took the money and vanished from New York forever. Mara had rejected the money—leaving the funds completely untouched in an escrow account for five years—but she had fled to upstate New York to protect her unborn children from the ruthless wrath of the Mercer family.
Damien felt a violent wave of nausea. He hadn’t just been a coward; he had been a blind fool. His mother had orchestrated a two-million-dollar lie to keep her empire “pure,” and he had let it happen.
He stormed into his mother’s estate in Connecticut an hour later, throwing the folder onto her antique tea table. Victoria looked up, her expression tightening into cold disapproval.
