THE HIDDEN HEIRESS

ray-blue eyes narrowing in suspicion but from under the ballroom warm light, it looked haughty. Lana's pulse pounded. She had prepared for this moment, knowing that one day, someone from her pa

if you ever get tired of playing assistant, I'd be happy to offer you something better." Damian's entire body stiffened. Victor winked at her before walking away, his laughter lingering in the air. Lana exhaled slowly, only to realize that Damian hadn't moved. Then, in a swift motion, he grabbed her wrist, his grip firm but not painful. He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered, "You belong to me." Damian's POV He was losing control. Damian had spent years mastering his emotions, keeping himself untouchable. But tonight, watching Victor Lancaster flirt with Lana, seeing her smile at him it made something dark coil in his chest. She wasn't supposed to affect him like this. But from the moment she stepped into that ballroom, looking effortlessly stunning, he hadn't been able to take his eyes off her. He had told himself she was a tool, a means to an end. A temporary assistant. But then Victor had touched her. Complimented her. Offered her something better. And Damian had felt jealousy. He hadn't felt that in years. He tightened his grip on her wrist, watching the way her lips parted slightly, as if she was about to challenge him. "You belong to me," he murmured, his voice dangerously low. Her eyes snapped up to his, defiant as ever. "Last I checked, I'm not property." His jaw clenched. "You work for me." "And that means you control who I talk to?" she asked, tilting her head. "Or does it bother you that I didn't push him away immediately?" Damn her. She knew exactly what she was doing. He should have let go of her wrist. Should have walked away. Instead, he leaned in closer, his voice a sharp whisper. "Stay away from Lancaster." She raised a brow. "Or what?" His grip tightened just enough for her to feel the silent warning. "Or you'll regret it." Fo