Chapter 98 Cracks In The Facade

• The mansion was quiet, the kind of heavy silence that seemed to press against the walls. Damian stood in the study, his back to the door, staring at the large map spread across the desk. His fingers traced the edge of the table, his thoughts far away.
• Aurora’s face haunted him.
• He clenched his jaw, gripping the edge of the desk tightly. How had she been there? Who had brought her? The questions swirled in his mind, filling him with anger and frustration.