The Billionaire's Secret vow

like a broken record-the note, the break-in, the chilling realization that someone was after her. And now, she was here, in the last place she ever thought she'd be again: under Damian Lancaster's

them were prepared for. So instead, she whispered, "It doesn't matter anymore." Damian exhaled sharply. For a moment, she thought he would push her. Demand the answers she refused to give. But instead, he simply shook his head and muttered, "Get some sleep." Then he turned and left, shutting the door behind him. And just like that, she was alone again. But the worst part? She wasn't sure if she wanted him to stay... Or if she wanted to run before she lost herself to him all over again. Damian barely made it back to his own room before he slammed his fist against the wall. Damn her. Damn the way she still had a hold over him after all these years. He should have let her go. Should have walked away when she did. But now, she was under his roof, and whether he liked it or not, Elena Carter was still the only woman who had ever truly mattered. With a frustrated sigh, he grabbed his phone and dialed a number. Liam picked up after the first ring. "Sir?" "I want full surveillance on Elena's apartment." Liam didn't hesitate. "Already handled. No signs of forced entry-whoever left that note was precise." Damian's grip on the phone tightened. "And the cameras?" "They were wiped. Clean. Like they were never there." A slow, dangerous anger built inside Damian's chest. Someone had gotten past security. Someone had walked right into her home, left a threat, and vanished. "This isn't random," Damian said. "Someone is sending a message." "I agree," Liam said. "And I think Elena knows exactly who." Damian exhaled. "I'll get it out of her." Liam hesitated. "You sure that's a good idea?" Damian's jaw clenched. "I don't care if it's a good idea. I care about keeping her alive." Silence. Then, Liam said, "Understood." Damian ended the call and set his phone down, running a hand through his hair. This wasn't just about the past anymore. It was about the future. And whoever was after Elena-whoever had forced her back into his world-was going to pay. Morning came too soon. Elena woke to the scent of coffee drifting thr