The Billionaire's Secret vow

uck in the past. She had sworn she'd never see him again. Sworn she would keep her distance. But fate-or something crueler-had other plans. And now, she was trapped in his world once more.

ly he dismissed her argument. "I don't need you to play protector, Damian." "Then leave." His voice was calm, but there was a challenge in his eyes. Her breath caught. He knew she couldn't. "I thought so," he murmured. "Liam, show her to her room." Liam nodded and motioned for her to follow. Elena hesitated, then turned away from Damian, knowing this battle-like so many before-was already lost. The guest suite was nothing short of luxurious. A king-sized bed sat in the center, draped in Egyptian cotton sheets. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of the city, and an en-suite bathroom boasted marble counters and a rainfall shower. It felt suffocating. Elena dropped onto the edge of the bed, exhaling shakily. How had her life come to this? A week ago, she had been safe. A week ago, she had convinced herself that the past was behind her. Now, she was back in Damian's world, under his roof, forced to play by his rules. And the worst part? She didn't know if she wanted to leave. A knock at the door snapped her from her thoughts. "Elena." Damian's voice. Low. Commanding. She swallowed hard before standing and opening the door. He leaned against the frame, arms crossed over his broad chest. Even dressed in a simple black button-down and slacks, he looked effortlessly powerful. "You should rest," he said, his gaze sweeping over her. She lifted her chi