Jax’s POV
I had spent enough years beside Damien Voss to recognize the signs.
Most people saw a billionaire with nerves of steel. A ruthless businessman. A man who could negotiate million-dollar deals without blinking. I saw something different. I saw the tiny cracks. The clenched jaw. The way his shoulders stiffened when he was irritated. The way he went unnaturally quiet whenever something truly mattered to him.
Tonight, those cracks had become impossible to ignore.
I stood near the ballroom bar, a glass of sparkling water in one hand, pretending to listen to a donor explain his latest investment project. In reality, my attention kept drifting across the room. To Damien.
He wasn’t listening to the conversation around him. Not really. His eyes followed only one person. Ofelia. She mo
