Claudia stepped through the glass doors of Clarke Industries with her heels clicking sharply against the gleaming marble floor. The sound echoed faintly, but it was drowned out by the storm of emotions churning within her. She was here on business—or so she told herself. Deep down, she knew the real reason was far more complicated, tangled in the messy web of guilt and affection that always surfaced when Damian was involved.
Her father's confession from the night before weighed heavily on her. How could she face Damian now, knowing what she knew? How could anyone face the daughter of the man who had destroyed their entire family? And worse, knowing that Damian who was still unaware of the truth would look at her with gratitude, believing she had saved him from ruin, only twisted the knife
