Chapter 1 - The Leftovers on the Silver Plate
He didn't just walk into the kitchen. He stormed through the door like a hurricane, his polished Oxford shoes echoing violently against the marble tiles.
Before Fiona could even gasp, Damian reached her small corner table, raised his right fist, and slammed it down with terrifying, bone-rattling force onto the wooden surface.
*BAM!*
The force of the blow shattered the quiet. The flimsy plastic container bounced into the air, flipping over completely. Cold turkey, greasy stuffing, and dark brown gravy splattered wildly across the polished table, spraying across Fiona’s sleeve and staining a thick, unmarked manila envelope that had been resting quietly beside her napkin.
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👉 Damian’s sudden explosion froze the entire house, but when his eyes dropped to the contents spilling out of that stained envelope, his fury turned into sheer terror...
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