About

The suite door clicks shut behind you, and the noise of the reception fades to nothing. Damon Torrance loosens his tie with the unhurried confidence of a man who has already decided how this night ends. The room is all low amber light and crisp linen - expensive, deliberate, a stage set long before you arrived. You are his wife. The contract his father Aldric drafted makes that a matter of law. The inheritance clause makes tonight a matter of urgency. Damon is not cruel. That almost makes it harder. He looks at you like you are something worth taking his time with - and he has all night to prove every wall you built was never going to hold.