The Billionaire's Secret vow

the city below. New York never slept, but tonight, the lights seemed dimmer, the air heavier. He rolled the crystal tumbler between his fingers, the whiskey inside untouched. He didn't drink whe

had made-to never let her break him again-suddenly felt meaningless. Because no matter how much time had passed, one thing hadn't changed. She was the only woman he could never say no to. Chapter One (Continued) Damian placed his glass on the desk, his movements slow, calculated. "Danger?" he repeated. "That's a loaded word, Elena. Care to explain?" She exhaled, and for the first time, he saw the tension in her frame. She wasn't just here to reopen old wounds-she was truly afraid. "There's someone after me," she said finally. "I don't know who, but they've been following me for weeks. And it's not just paranoia, Damian. Someone broke into my apartment last night." His expression darkened. "Did they take anything?" "No." She swallowed hard. "They left a note." His jaw clenched. "Show me." She hesitated before pulling a crumpled paper from her handbag and handing it to him. Damian unfolded it, his eyes scanning the words scrawled in bold, uneven letters. "You should have stayed gone." His grip tightened around the paper. "And you think I have something to do with this?" She shook her head. "No. But I know you have the resources to find out who does." Damian studied her, searching for any signs of deception. Elena had always been good at hiding the truth, but fear wasn't something she could fake-not with him. "Why come to me?" he asked, voice softer now. "You could have gone to the police." She let out a humorless laugh. "You really think the police care about a woman with no family, no connections? I needed someone who actually has power. Someone who-" She stopped herself. "Someone who still gives