A ghost of the past
long driveway leading to the grand mansion. The evening air was cool, l
of the towering entrance. Damien Whitemore s
and exhaustion in equal measure. His bodyguard, Carter, walked ahead, ensurin
se it-the warmth of conversation, the soft clinking of gl
in the m
g, polished mahogany table were the Whitemore men and their partners. The golden glow o
turned to
the family patriarch, sat with an air of quie
for dinner," Richard said, his voice s
ed walking, his footsteps slow but u
ng, Grandpa. I had a busy
ft no room
more was not a man
oom thickened. No on
leared his throat, trying to break the s
rs, leaving nothing but u
emore Br
the rest of the Whitemore m
. They weren't just businessmen-they were lovers, h
e (Second eldest,
, Nicholas leaned towa
ted," he murmured, swirli
hard's sharp gaze flickered t
re (Third son, 30
here Damien was rigid and discipline
ita, the woman who had ca
f machine," Sebastian mused. "If he ever falls
was something in her eyes
e (Fourth son, 2
spoke ill of Damien. He understo
s, his wife, was
Agnes said, sipping her wine
ybe he just hasn't me
e. If Damien ever lets a wom
e (Youngest, 26
ad always been differen
the only one brave enough
r something... or someone,"
nged glances. Did
emore had room in his heart fo
ped into his room, sh
a chair, and exhaled slowly. He wa
The hot water cascading down his back should have been sooth
used
o choosing solitu
ttons undone, and sat at his desk. The glow of his laptop screen illum
as his
. Deals
Not comp
hing about tonig
rs had looked at him. The way they
it bothe
er his keyboard, but h
door interrupte
Purp
had visitors
as he stood, walki
ened it, his exp
unexpected-was someone who had n
shouldn't be
me to disrupt ever
ed to
hitemore's perfectly control