Damien’s POV
By the time I pulled into the mansion driveway, the sun had already disappeared behind the skyline. It had been another long day of meetings, contracts, and decisions that normally occupied every corner of my mind. Today, none of it stayed with me. Only Ofelia did.
The image of her refusing lunch. Refusing the coffee. Looking at me with nothing but polite indifference. I’d always believed indifference was easier than anger. I was wrong. I’d take another slap over that silence any day.
The butler greeted me as I stepped inside. “Good evening, Mr. Voss.”
“Evening.”
I loosened my tie as I glanced toward the staircase. “Miss Bennett home?”
The butler shook his head. “No, sir.”
I frowned. “Victoria?”
“Mrs. Voss is upstairs preparing for tomorrow’s committee meeting.”
I nod
