THE HIDDEN HEIRESS

gs-it was him. Damian Wolfe. A man whose presence was as commanding as his reputation, and right now, he was standing at the bar with a w

oria's voice pulled him from his thoughts. "You're staring, darling." His eyes snapped to hers. She smirked knowingly. "You're jealous," she mused. Damian scoffed. "Don't be ridiculous." Victoria chuckled, taking a slow sip of her wine. "You forget, darling, I know you better than most. And that," she gestured toward the dance floor, "is the look of a man who doesn't like what he sees." Damian rolled his shoulders, setting down his whiskey. "Enjoy the rest of your evening, Victoria." He didn't wait for a response before striding across the ballroom. Lana's POV Lana didn't know if it was the champagne or the music, but she was starting to feel lightheaded. Victor twirled her expertly, keeping her close, his hand pressing against her back just a little too firmly. "You're tense," he murmured, his lips close to her ear. Lana forced a smile. "I'm fine." "Are you?" His fingers brushed over hers. "Or are you too busy thinking about him?" Lana stiffened. Victor chuckled darkly. "Ah, I see. That's a shame. I was hoping to be the reason your heart was racing." She was about to pull away when she felt another presence his presence. Damian. He was right there, towering over them with that lethal, unreadable expression. Victor grinned. "Well, speak of the devil." Damian extended a hand. "Dance with me." It wasn't a request. Lana's heart pounded. She knew refusing him wasn't an option. With a small nod, she placed her hand in his, allowing him to pull her in. The second Victor stepped away, the atmosphere changed. The moment Damian's hand settled on her waist, Lana forgot how to breathe. It wasn't just his touch it was the way he commanded her with it. The way his fingers pressed firmly against the silk of her dress, guiding her in a way that le